.. or not. Whatever seems appropriate. Is that not the way of marriage?” She had been practising this speech in her head. It sounded better, less st...ilted in her head; but it came across well anyway. She smiled at him.“Oh, right. Well ... right. But you are all school girls.”“I know, right? Every man’s dream I would think”He moved over and kissed her “How long are you here for then?” He liked her hair, and her frankness. Others might have taken an hour to explain the important detail ‘we’ve all. We looked at each other as he masticated the banana, mixing his saliva with hers, as if he was down between her legs and licking her, 'She said she likes you too daddy', I smiled and walked back into the kitchen.I say walked, but I was actually floating. The air was heavy with innuendo as far as I was concerned, and as the door closed behind me, I said to Stella, 'Daddy sends his love', to which all the girls cheered mockingly, then I added, 'He's eating the banana, actually, he is licking it. I refused though, I scortched him with every vulgar name I could recall. He just kept telling me to take hold of it, and itwas time to go.’ ‘Michael, please, you don’t have to tell me anymore…’ Marlene said in a faint, soft voice. I didn’t tell her about her father and brother appearing, there was no reason for her to relive the unrelenting pain of her past. But, I did however, finish my tale. ‘I relented, and reached my hand back to my father as my vision of you and Misty dissolved before me.. But our hearts tell us otherwise. The simple truth is that Dance and Crete are inseparable. Millennia have marched across this land and the people of K'ftiu, of Caphtor, of Crete are still circling, arms around one another, stamping their feet in time to the music. Dancing may have arisen spontaneously around the world, but in Crete Dance is far more than just recreation. Dance--Crete--Life, they are all one, all the same in the hills and vales of my Home.Every few years, as I have for the past.