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baby sis and find out if Kino lived up to their lofty expectations. Sitting on the toilet, she dialed her number.
    “ Hello.”
    “ Was the Hawaiian bartender as good as he looked?”
    There was silence and then, “Oh, Jessie! I was having an internal debate about calling you. How was your paleface?”
    “ Better than expected. I’ll tell you about it, but I’m dying to know how your hunk of a date was.”
    “ I’m afraid I don’t know. I may never find out. I was about to close the deal and slam him into bed, when somehow, I screwed it up. I started to give this long, detailed explanation of why I wanted to fuck him. When I told him I was a dancer, you would have thought a halo formed around my shoulder-length curly do. After that, he went from Casanova to my best friend and said he was willing to wait until I was ready. He likes me. Do you believe that? He said he likes me as if that’s a reason not to have sex with someone. Silly me, I thought you had sex with someone because you liked them.”
    “ I don’t get it, baby. What does being a dancer have to do with this change in attitude?”
    “ I guess, we’re soul mates, not like a sister or a brother, but as dancers. He’s been dancing since eight and apparently he loves dancing more than he loves sex with moi . So here I sit, half wound up, then wound down, hornier than a monk at Beltane, frustrated, waiting for my Polynesian dreamboat to take me to his dance studio. I swear, I hope they have a shower there, because like me or not, I’m going to ambush that boy.”
    Jess laughed.
    “ Damn it, Jessie, it’s not funny. I better hang up and get ready. He’s going to be here in an hour. Hopefully I’ll have more to report in my next phone call.”
    “ Bye, baby, I’m sure he’s worth the wait.”
    “ Hope you’re right, Jess. I love you.”
    “ I love you, too. Bye.”
    “ Bye.”
    * * * *
    At nine sharp, Kino rapped on her door. When she opened it, a big, white, beatific smile stared her in the face. “Hi, I have your dancing clothes right here.”
    She lowered her gaze and saw a white leo, purple leg warmers, dance shorts, toe shoes and modern dance shoes. “Ballet, too?”
    He nodded.
    “ I haven’t practiced ballet in ten years.”
    “ Good, maybe you won’t show me up too bad then.”
    “ Just because I make a living at it doesn’t make me a star.”
    “ Sure, they take any old dancer and make them lead dancers. And while they’re at it they take the worst ones and let them do the choreography.”
    Gloria pursed her lips. Noticing he already wore his dance paraphernalia, she decided to change there, rather than at the studio. “I’ll change into these, then we can leave.” She went into the dressing alcove and took off her robe. As she put it on a hanger, she scoped Kino gaping at her in the mirror. At least he has enough interest to steal a look at me naked. She took her time dressing, but unfortunately, after donning the first item, the leotard, she was effectively dressed. Wearing everything but the dance shoes, she stepped out wearing tennies. “I’m ready.”
    * * * *
    They pulled up to Dance Hawaii, as they called the dance center. It was in a warehouse located in an industrial area, as many are. She stepped out of the Jeep and accompanied him. Surprisingly, being there invigorated her. Dancing was her life and that life had begun in a dance/gymnastics studio not unlike this in Compton, California, when she was six. She hadn’t been to a dance center for three years when she’d moved to Las Vegas. Nostalgia came flooding back to her as she walked through the front door. Kino grasped her hand and led her toward a tiny Asian woman in the center of the dance group. “Keko, I’d like you to meet Gloria Owens.”
    She bowed her head. “Much pleased to meet you, Gloria.”
    “ Thank you. I too am pleased, but I must tell you my last name is Carter.”
    Kino frowned. “I’m sorry. I never thought your sister’s last name