What the hell is this dance about that’s got Katy’s panties twisted in knots? I wondered.

“Or dance it as a wedding gift for me,” Annie jumped in. “Please… I really would love to see you dance once last time, Harley.”

“It’s just us girls here, honey,” Katy piled in.

She and Annie walked to Harley and pulled her up, each pulling on one arm.

Shane and Helena were laughing lightly and clapping their hands together as the cajoling continued. “Who’s Jack?” Shane mouthed to me as Katy and Annie urged a reluctant Harley further into the house. I waved my hand off. “Some dude. Long story. It’s nothing,” I mouthed back.

A few minutes later, as we chatted about the plans for later that night, a space age-y series of sounds whispered out of the surrounding speakers that made us fall quiet.

And then Harley came out, toes pointed out as she took slow giant strides towards us, mouthing, “The lights are on, but you’re not home … your mind is not your own …” and then she dropped on the ground, slithering across the wooden floor, crawling towards us, reaching out with one arm, as if clawing on the ground, and then pushed with one foot, followed by another hand reaching out desperately, and then another foot pushing off. “Your heart sweats, your body shakes… another kiss is all it takes …” the sexy vibe of her body language radiated a primal definition of something … forbidden.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Annie and Katy had retaken their seats. They felt for their seats, not looking really at what they were doing. Who could blame them? Nobody could look anywhere else but at Harley. She held us all in thrall, easily attracting all five sets of eyeballs to her writhing body gracefully scraping across the floor.

“You can’t sleep, you can’t eat … there’s no doubt, you’re in deep …” Harley had arrived at my feet. Her fingers crept up my leg like eensy-weensy spiders, and she made it appear like her tongue was darting out following their progress up my bare leg. Goosebumps popped up all over my skin. I knew I’d stopped breathing.

“Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe…. Another kiss is all you need,” Harley groaned aloud, from somewhere deep in her throat, speaking over the singer’s voice floating out of the speaker. A sexy moan escaped her lips as she gently parted my knees.