It isn't my color. What the hell, and walked over and asked her to dance. I was yo-yo. I knew they would probably have something to say once I walked away from the bar. Look, point, talk, giggle.
Women always do.
Adrian looked over at them and smiled. I held my hand out and she took it. I still remember how soft her hands were the first time I touched her. Anyway, we danced the rest of the night. So here I sit, Sunday morning, getting ready for church.