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Catherine was getting paid for dancing her butt off, and having a good time at it, but then she saw Sara there. She never knew much about Sara, but she had always just assumed she was strait. Apparently not, she thought to herself. The noises of disappointed girls (she had stopped dancing) surrounding her brought her back from her thoughts. The whole night she kept her eye on Sara. Then, later, both eyes on her, filled with a longing, lust-filled look. She mentally slapped herself. Can't be doing this… need to keep dancing… Sara's beautiful… KEEP DANCING, WILLOWS! She got up, just as the man sat down with Sara. Catherine really did not want to hear what the two of them had to say, so she went and danced again. Everyone's shouts of approval kept her mind off the brunette, but only for a moment. When she looked again, they were gone. She scanned the place, she found them, kissing in a corner. NOOOOOOOOOO! Almost in tears, Catherine danced herself out of the place, and then ran as fast as she could to her car, slammed the door, but didn't drive. She was too blinded by tears.

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He's a great dancer, Sara thought. Almost as good as I would imagine Catherine (why am I thinking about her?)… But in a different way… more manly, duh! She giggled, but caught herself. She really must be drunk. She was not a giggler, yet there she was, giggling like a 7-year-old. She was giggling all night. When Rich dipped her, whispering sweet nothingness into her ear… before and after he kissed her, and as he led her out the door. All those times, giggling. It's either the drinks or him, she concluded. And the drinks have never done this to me before… she was getting sleepy.

"Where do you live?" His smooth, friendly voice brought her to her senses.

She told him, and he dropped her off. He had just begun to drive away, when she shouted to him, "Wait!" She ran to the car, and hurriedly asked for his phone number.

"I'll call you." She promised.

She had once hell-of-a headache the next day.