"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm Sammy Ace and I'll be your host and DJ this evening. As you all know, this is a benefit for Mike Smith. That means we're going to try to raise money, which means that I'll expect everyone here to do their part. To start with, is there anyone here that would refuse to allow me to auction off a dance with them, or their partner? If so, please step over against that wall by the picture window? No one? Great. We'll be getting under way in a couple minutes. Later, you'll be hearing from Mike Smith to thank you for your kindness, so give it until it hurts, Ladies and Gentlemen," pleaded the DJ. Mitchell couldn't help but appreciate how cleverly the disc jockey had placed everyone at the dance in a position to be auctioned off. A lot of people would not have raised their hands if volunteers had been sought, but by asking them to move to an area, they would have had to be proactive in not participating. People too shy to participate would be reluctant to be seen rem
"Careful, Big Boy," chided Christine. "Remember 'the talk' my father gave you. He's watching us right now. You don't want to face his wrath, do you?" "I think I'd risk almost anything for you, Christine, but not your reputation. Can I give you a brief kiss when the song ends?" asked Mitchell. "It would be very quick, and no one would notice." "Yeah, right, you silver tongued devil. If you're willing to face the wrath of my father, go for it, Tough Guy. But don't say I didn't warn you," advised Christine. As the song ended, Mitchell bent over and briefly kissed Christine on the lips and then quickly pulled back from her. To his surprise, the entire building broke into applause and cheers. There were more than a few whistles and cat calls as well. Men slapped him on the back as he led Christine back to her seat. Mitchell was surprised to find both Ashley and Amy in tears. "That was the most beautiful, romantic thing I've ever seen," sobbed Ashley. "It looked like a scene out of Prett
"It really works both ways, guys," observed Mitchell. "They probably think that you look down on them for not being as smart as you are. That discomfort they show could be caused by fearing that they'll say or do something you feel is stupid. It's all a question of communication and insecurities. We all have them, and we need to understand that fact.""What in the world could you be insecure about, Mitchell?" asked Ashley. "You're big, strong, good looking, athletic, apparently pretty smart, and a hell of a dancer. I don't think you have any insecurity at all.""Ashley, just how dumb do you think I am? If I told you my weaknesses, you'd be able to reduce me to a quivering mass of Jell-O. I'm not about to give you that kind of power over me." admitted Mitchell."You're just afraid that I'd force you to let me have my way with you. I've asked some of the guys on the football team about the showers tonight and I hear that you're the guy I should interview," replied Ashley as she once aga
"Oh, no,” cried Christine. "Could you see if anyone was looking at us?""It wasn't too bad," soothed Mitchell. "It looked like it was just your sisters, parents, Aunt Donna, and a few other people I don't know. All of them were looking at us. Other than that, I think we went unnoticed."The door slowly opened, and Melissa stuck her head out and grimaced. "Christine, Hailey is so sorry. She saw you coming up the drive and was so excited to see you and Mitchell. She thought you were going to walk right in, so she hurried to the door to welcome you. She wasn't trying to be cruel. She's just so excited she couldn't contain herself. Mitchell, will you please come in for a while and meet everyone. It'll be fine. We were all young once."With that, Melissa swung the door open and gestured for Christine and Mitchell to enter. Every person in the room was straining to keep a straight face, except Hailey. She had a look of utter dread. Mitchell grabbed her and pulled her to him."What should I
"I'll keep the door closed." promised Hailey with a laugh.Christine was smiling as she pulled the door closed behind her. She stood with Mitchell on the front porch for a while before she spoke. "We're having a Labor Day pool party here Monday afternoon. Would you like to come, Mitchell? It's okay with my folks. In fact, Mom insisted that I invite you," confessed Christine."How do you feel about it? Do you want me to come? Your mom is great, but if I come, it'll be mostly to see you," stated Mitchell frankly."You like to bring me out of my comfort zone all the time, don't you? Okay, then. I was trying to invite you without seeming all needy and desperate, so I used Mom as an excuse. I'm inviting you to the party because I want you to come. I want you to come to spend time with me. Is that direct enough?" asked a surprised Christine as Mitchell stepped close and kissed her lips just as she finished speaking."Should I take that as a "yes" then?" smiled Christine as she looked into h
"You sound pretty cocky," observed Hailey. "I've been swimming since I could walk. Christine is the only one here that can beat me, and I'm getting closer to her every time we race. How about five laps? If I win, you have to be my partner in some chicken fights later on.""Sounds good. Let's make it that the loser carries the winner in those chicken fights. We'll win as long as your legs hold out," teased Mitchell."Okay, we have a deal because I know that I won't lose. Everybody moves back from the middle of the pool. Mitchell and I are racing five laps," declared Hailey as she dove into the pool and began swimming furiously.Calmly, Mitchell pulled his shirt off and watched Hailey until she reached the far end and started back. Then he dove into the water while barely disturbing the surface. Christine had been standing next to Mitchell as he pulled his shirt off. She only managed a brief glance before he joined the race with Hailey, but what she had seen astounded her."Good God," e
Christine had never been so nervous about the first day of school. She took a seat next to Ashley and waited for attendance to be taken. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Angela Metzger, looked over the room as she waited for quiet, and then she began."Jim Adams?" was the first name on her list. She glanced at him when he signaled that he was present. "Christine Leonard, you seem to be living a double life. By day, you're a meek, mild mannered straight A student, and by night a ravishing enchantress. I saw that video on YouTube, Christine. I was very impressed. You both are very good dancers. I thought I was going to have your new friend in my homeroom, but it appears not. Perhaps the principal decided ...." Ms. Metzger"I apologize for being late, Ms. Metzger. I had to pick up some paperwork at the office. I have a written excuse from the principal," offered Mitchell as he burst into the room. "I'm....""I know very well who you are, Mr. Kays. Your fame precedes you. So, I'm going to have t
Liam was a big, likable kid that carried more than a few extra pounds. Mitchell and he had become friendly over the weeks they had practiced together on the team. Mitchell worked to conceal his irritation at Liam's insensitive remarks."Liam, my classroom is here. Ashley was kind enough to show me how to get here and I appreciate her help. To answer your surprisingly cruel comment, I'm going to be hanging with Ashley quite a bit. Is that a problem? I happen to think she's a very bright, friendly, nice girl. I want you to walk with her to her next class and use that time to apologize for being such an ass. I'll be seeing her at the class meeting later today and if she gives me anything but a glowing report about how contrite you were, I'll be doing a prostate exam for you every time you snap the ball to me," threatened Mitchell quietly as he stopped by his classroom door. "Show some pride, for God's sake, and treat the lady with respect." Ashley was amazed to see Liam Marsh blush at M