So just let me be myself,
That's all I ask of you.
I'm young and I love to be young,
I'm free yeh and I want to be free,
To live my life the way I want,
To say and do whatever I please.
Don't tell me what to do,
And you don't tell me what to say,
- The Blow Monkeys: 'You Don't Own Me'

"Bianca, I'd like you to meet my grandson Jaime. We're grooming him to take over the resort once I finally decide to hang up my hat."

Jaime reached his hand out, polite smile plastered on his face. Bianca turned to look at her mother and Uncle Jack grinning away proudly, Kendall barely hiding back a snicker. Reluctantly Bianca accepted his handshake.

"Nice to meet you Miss Montgomery. My grandfather said he thought you might be interested in a personalized tour of our humble little resort here?" Jaime offered, not letting go of Bianca's hand.

Bianca frantically tried to think of an excuse to keep herself from having to spend the entire day with someone her parents had obviously tried to set her up with. She looked over towards Kendall, hoping her sister would cut her a break and possibly offer herself up instead. She was met with a smirk, Kendall thoroughly enjoying her sister's predicament.

Her shoulders sagging, Bianca resigned herself to a day spent with Jaime. Looking him up and down, she knew she was in for one of the most boring days of her life. "So where to first?"

Four hours later Bianca found herself walking along the same path she had the night before, Jaime at her side, this time prattling on and on about the local wildlife. They came to the top of the hill, looking down on the employee rec center. Bianca, curious to see if Jaime could fill in some of the blanks for her, while still not being completely overt asked him, "That place looks cool, what's it for?"

Turning to where Bianca's gaze was held, Jaime let out a sarcastic chuckle. "That's the employee recreational center. Although I use the term very loosely. It's pretty much a giant swingers dance club. The place is technically supposed to be for ALL the employees, but it's mostly just Maggie Stone and her group of hoodlum wannabe dancers that hang out there every night."

Hearing Maggie's name, even if it was said with nothing short of contempt, propelled Bianca, knowing that Jaime certainly seemed to at the very least, know Maggie. "Just who is Maggie Stone then? I'm assuming an employee……" Bianca trailed off, hoping Jaime would give her a couple more clues to just who the beautiful blonde was.

Shaking his head, Jaime answered, "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough just who Maggie is. She's got quite the reputation around here."

Bianca raised an eyebrow, "Why's that?"

Grabbing Bianca's upper arm gently, ushering her back onto the wooded path, Jaime elaborated. "She's the head dance instructor here. And as much as I hate to admit it, a very good one. She knows just how good she is though. We have guests who stay here all week long while their spouses work, just to make sure they get their," Jaime paused, raising his eyebrows suggestively, "Lessons with her."

Bianca really didn't like what Jaime was insinuating, whether it be the truth or not. "And you guys are ok with that? I would think that the Martins wouldn't put up with the kind of behavior you're suggesting." Bianca stopped short, realizing that she could very well have been putting Maggie's job at risk.

Jaime, for the first time that day, looked less like the proper gentleman that he so desperately tried to project. Pink tinged his cheeks, in anger or embarrassment, Bianca wasn't sure. "Well you'll get to meet her soon enough. Then you can see why we keep her around." Bianca smiled a bit, knowing exactly why they kept Maggie on staff.

They walked the rest of the way back to the family's bungalow in silence. As Jaime stepped off the porch he reminded Bianca. "So dinner's at 7 and then we have the moonlight dance at 9. Should I meet you at the gazebo around that time?"

Bianca, once again lost in her thoughts, primarily of a certain blonde dancer, nodded her head distractedly. "Sure, I'll see you at 9."

Bianca let herself into the cottage, surprised to see Kendall sitting at the kitchenette's little table, paging through one of the magazines she had packed along for the car ride.

"Have a nice time with your little boyfriend?" Kendall smirked, barely glancing up from her latest copy of Vogue.

Bianca grabbed a bottle of water out of the small refrigerator before sitting down across from Kendall. "You live to torture me, don't you?"

"Baby sister, whatever do you mean?" Kendall teased.

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Ya know, Jaime's kind of cute, I don't know why you didn't want to take his little tour. Usually anything male in designer pants gets your attention."

Kendall laughed, "Totally not my type."

"Not YOUR type? Hello? Kendall? Gay here!"

Kendall could only laugh harder. "I take it you didn't enjoy your afternoon with Mr. Personality huh?"

Bianca played with the label on her water bottle. "I wish Mom and Uncle Jack would just stop it already. I mean Jaime was nice and all, but God!"

Deciding that her sister really had enough teasing for the day, Kendall got up from her chair and walked over to Bianca, giving her a quick peck on the top of her head. "Don't worry Binks, they'll come around eventually. And when they're setting you up with the elite debutantes of Philadelphia society, you'll be begging for the days when they tried to convince themselves you were straight."

Bianca chuckled a bit, trying to picture her mother conspiring to set her up with some wealthy congressman's gay daughter. "Nope, not likely."

"Well you never know, stranger things have happened."

Bianca raised a single eyebrow in Kendall's direction and sardonically replied. "No, they haven't."

Kendall decided a change of subject was in order, she could see her sister starting to fall into her self imposed hermit mood. Something that she was all too familiar with since she had told the family that she was gay.

"So besides Jaime, have you met anyone interesting?" Kendall had heard her sister come in so late the night before, she knew that someone must have caught her attention for her to risk a lecture from their overbearing mother.

Bianca tried, unsuccessfully, to hide her blush.

"I knew it! You did meet someone!" Kendall crowed, anxious for details.

Deciding that she needed someone to talk to about her severe crush on a girl she barely knew, Bianca filled Kendall in. "I went for a walk last night and I ended up running into this guy who was carrying one too many beer cases."

"Wait a second, a guy?"

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Would you let me finish? Anyway, I offered to help him. Turns out he's an employee here at the resort and he was headed to the rec center." Bianca's eyes lit up as she thought about the incredible energy of the old beat up barn turned dance club. "Kendall, this place was amazing. It was like the best dance club New York City has to offer, and then some. There was just this incredible intensity about it. So I helped Leo drop off the cases of beer…"

"Wait, who's Leo?" Kendall was quickly losing track.

"He's the guy I ran into up on the path, Maggie's cousin."

"Who's Maggie?"

"I'm getting to that. So anyway, before you decided to interrupt me, as I was helping Leo drop the cases on the bar this amazingly gorgeous woman calls him over."

Bianca's grin was infectious to Kendall, she couldn't remember the last time she had seen her little sister look so happy. "I'm guessing that would be Maggie?"

Bianca nodded her head, her smile not fading. "She's amazing Kendall. Leo introduced us but then her friend came over and led her out on the dance floor. She had me so hypnotized watching her, I couldn't tear my eyes away."

Kendall chuckled sarcastically. "My baby sister, the voyeur"

Bianca playfully smacked Kendall on the arm. "Perv. Besides, I wasn't being a voyeur when I was dancing with her."

"Ohh, go Binks!"

Bianca sighed again, lost in the memory of Maggie's arms around her back, their bodies fused tightly together. "It was amazing Kendall."

"I think you've already said that, a couple times now." Kendall grinned, never knowing her sister to lack for words. She knew, whoever this Maggie person was, she had most definitely got under Bianca's skin.

Bianca blushed again, realizing she sounded like a lovesick teenager.

"So who is this Maggie chick?"

"Jaime said that she's the head dance instructor here."

Kendall gaped. "You told Jaime about her!"

"No! On our 'tour' we came across the rec center and I went on a little fishing expedition. That's all."

Kendall smirked, proud of her sister. "Well, it looks like you do have some of that Kane deviousness in you after all."

Bianca giggled a bit, the blush slowly fading from her cheeks. Kendall meanwhile was running all sorts of plots around in her head, determined to help Bianca find at least a little slice of happiness while they were trapped up in the mountains for the summer. "So wait, if she's a dancer, that means she'll be at the dance tonight, right?"

Bianca's answer was her cheeks reddening once again, this time flaming far deeper than before. Wordlessly Kendall grabbed her hand, leading the way into their shared bedroom, determined to help Bianca land her newfound crush.