"Well, Bette, it looks like you have her ready and aroused. You feel that, Bette? That heat radiating from her center, that stampeding heartbeat? I think you know what to do now." I do; as much as I don’t want to. I remove my hand from her waist and find the hidden latch of her pants and pop it open. My action is met with a low hum that I take to mean "continue". I slide down the zipper and me with the pleasant surprise of no fabric. I was always curious how anyone could wear clothing this tight. Without seeking any other permission besides the fact that she hasn’t stopped me yet and deftly slip my hand inside the leather, then inside of the contents of said leather. I’m met with a low growl, but our dance never stops. Oh, no. The partners change and steps are added, but the dance will continue on. "How’s that feel, Bette? That soft, slippery slickness pulsating around your fingers? Does it feel good?" You voice is husky, strained. I can only imagine what you’ve been doing. "Curl your fingers. That’s right. Did you feel her grip you tighter? Look at her, Bette. Wanton and panting. When was the last last time you saw a woman like that. On the tele? Behind your eyelids at night when you’re trying desperately not to touch yourself? Oh, dear! It appears we have an audience. Look up, Bette, and meet their eyes". Instantly  I know who she is referring. I do as told and I see Tina’s, Alice’s and the newly arrived Shane’s eyes trained on me. Shock, anger and amazement are the three common themes present in all of them. "It’s time, darling. Time for the big finale". At her words, my slow pumping becomes frenzied as my thumb finds her clit. Her grinding has fallen off the beat but yet no one has seemed to notice. Galaxies never ever, seem to connect on dance floors. I curl my fingers higher and add more pressure to her hyper-sensitive nub and as the songs ends, so does she. As I remove my hand from the leather hotbox in which it was encased, I see Tina leading Alice and Shane out of the club. "That was very good, Bette. I can’t wait for our next game". The line goes silent and I know that this time, she’s gone for good; at least until the next round.

   Keep Away kept away my only chance at reconnecting the broken that I had with Tina before she came into both of our lives. Makes me wonder why I keep playing this game at all. If I really wanted my old life back, I’d stop playing…right?