And hey, when did Squeak become Farrowen?

When she began stalking and pouncing on thigs as big as her head. Farrowen is a goddess of the hunt.

She is Bree's cat, too, so there's that, as well.

translates to running it by her, getting a sure show me response, and going from there.

That sounds very good. Especially since you're the one pitching the proposal. We don't have to do any real work. ;P

mrmphm. Nervous.

My angelic David Evangelista has given my pitch to Erika at CBS, and made gung ho noises at her. CBS has been pitched. Whether they decide yea or nay, it's in process.

Nervous........

CBS has been pitched.

Oooh! Fingers crossed.

Drabble #72: Dancing

He offers his white-gloved hand, and she takes it, trembling. She wants to close her eyes, pretend that she is alone on the hard-packed floor of the kitchen in her bare feet, humming to herself. But then she wouldn’t feel the heat in his gaze, see his smile as they move together with the music, swept up into the tune like a leaf on the breeze.

Her delicate glass slippers rap against the polished floor, tapping out each moment she has left in this crowded, sparkling room, in this borrowed gown, abandoning herself to the fleeting joy of the dance.

These are my lessons:

Back back side- together
Hi, my name is…you are … I’m…new.

I don’t know the rhythm. I only know to start with my right foot.

Back back side- together.
I’m a student….sort of…this is ..hard.

The instructor marks the beats: slow slow quick-quick

Change partners and try again:

Slow slow quick-quick
I’m Allison. I’m new…um….

I’m stiff and struggling to follow the steps. Follow the lead.

Everyone dances around me effortlessly. Lead and follow across the floor.

promenade, rock step, turn
Conversations and relationships.

I start again.

slow slow quick- quick
I’m Allison. I just started taking lessons.

Oh, man, nice nice nice drabbles on this one.

I think I need to write a pornish one.

Very nice drabbles.

I'm all filled with writing business and marketing plans at the moment, but hopefully the dancing drabble I feel tugging at the edges of my mind will assert itself soon.

An anthology of drabbles? That could be cool.

Do you know how hard it is to type erotica with one hand? Jive kitten...

Belly Dance

It starts out slow: here are the rhythms, set early on. The slow movement of eye meeting eye, dilation of pupils, recognition - no backbeat yet, just the bass, the first movements into motion.

Into your arms, drumbeats, BOOMboom, setting the temp for hands and hips. Lips, tongue, hands, it's the guitar, setting the midrange, Chuck Berry, swamp dancing.

Legs give way, freefall, belly to belly, five beats, Bo Diddley, bumpdebumpdebump, pause, bebumpBUMP, and here's the piano, all eighty-eighty keys, from the thunder of the low end to the tiara trill of coupling.

Play on, baby. Let the dance begin.

Actually, I find it relatively expected, Deb.