Previously…

“Ok…” Said Tina leaning to kiss Bette goodbye. “Bye” she said opening getting in the apartment and closing the door behind her. She leaned back against the door with the goofiest smile on her face thinking how could her life had changed so much since last friday. It was a good change though; hell, it was a great change! Bette treated her right, paying extra attention to every need of hers.

Meanwhile, Bette was driving to Alice’s with the same smile on her face… little did she know it was one of the symptoms of falling hard for one Ms Tina Kennard…

TBC…

“Alice, stop it, ok? I’m trying to dance here!” whispered Bette “I’m not telling you anything else!” finished Bette focusing on the lesson

“Ok class, very good!” said Marisol through the handsfree microphone “We have about ten minutes left now. Enough time to learn the last moves for today’s lesson. These moves are truly important. I haven’t named them, but you’ll know when to use them, trust me” she said with her always present smile, bringing a smile of their own to whoever looked at her. She paused briefly, for effect. In that moment, a young girl, early 20′s, maybe not even 20, appeared by the doorframe. Since Marisol was talking to the students, with her back t the door, she didn’t notice her, but Bette and Alice did.

“Porter, look” whispered Alice, nodding towards the door

“Isn’t that-”

“Yes, she is”

“Oh” replied, not giving the girl much importance than to the class

“You’re going to use these moves to wander around the dancefloor, like this: first to the right, ok? One, two, three, step; and now to the left: one, two three, step. Please note that when I say ‘step’ you throw your foot forward like this and when I say ‘two’, you foot goes slightly ahead of the one you’re resting your weight on. Now, try this… perfect! A litle faster… there you go! Now, I think I’ve already told you before that you have to move your hands and arms too, shake your shoulders slightly. Come on! Don’t be shy… great! I’m going to play the track,ok? I’ll be right back” she said, turning on her heels  and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the girl standing in the doorframe, legs and ams crossed, a broad smile on her face. The beautiful teacher’s facial expression changed from surprise to contentment in less than a second. She indicated the girl to wait a little while with her index and thumb almost together and made her way to the CD player and pressed ‘play’.