She looked at me and blushed. I stood and walked to her table . Her eyes followed me traveling from my boots to, well lets just say that by the time I reached the table she had found my face.
I introduced myself, she nodded and took my hand.
I put my other hand at her waist to guide her. The orchestra started playing and she lifted her hand,the one I held , above her head and turned into me,my other hand still at her waist. Seems she wanted to dance. So I obliged her. My mother raised a gentleman and no gentleman makes a woman look or feel foolish , especially not in public.

We danced ,ate dinner talked, she talked , and drank.
She was dressed seductively . The dress itself followed the lines of her body without clinging and was backless. I have a weakness for backs and waists. I'm not a breast or butt man.
A smile spread across my face and she blushed. She needed help and I was ready to supply it. There couldn't be a safer place her. Brien II would never look there. I said that I was seldom there , on the road most of the time and that the house was big enough that she didn't even have to see me if she didn't want to. Then I asked if she had a better offer.

Inside of me I prayed that I would never see BrienII . My mother had taught me a lot and I would be forced to find a way to kill hem. I forced my thoughts away. Away from my niece , Dionne's son was he taking care of Sheri ? My mind came back to the present and I said , Tomorrow then? You'll come. I will be here at 10 am to get you . I walked to her room with her and checked it out. Then I waited outside until I heard the click of the lock. Then I said good night.