Chapter 4 The Dance

*Germany*

Everyday Lance thought of his fire haired mystery woman. The way her silk skin felt under his touch, the way her chest rose and fell when she slept. The way she moaned erotically when he reached her inner most core. They way they hit the peak of sheer pleasure together. "God, the list could go on and on!" he wrote in his journal under a flash light while the other guys slept.

He often wondered what she did if she ever thought of him. The only thing other thing he could remember vividly was her name, Natalee! He had said it around a million times and probably wrote it a million more. He was still frustrated that Chris had told her how old he was. He finally drifted to sleep with thought of how it might have turned out if she hadn�t been afraid to stay with him.

*The Next Morning*

"Honey, you look so exhausted?" Diane asked in her motherly understanding way.

"It�s nothing really." Lance said as he slid his long lean fingers through his platinum blonde hair.

"You know better than to try to pull that, oh there�s nothing wrong you won�t understand, stuff." Diane said sitting down next to her baby.

"Ok so one year ago today; the night of our first performance. I meet a girl and well I know that we weren�t supposed to but she spent the night. She made such an impact on me. All I keep thinking about is her and the dance we shared that night. We spent some time out on the balcony under the stars wrapped up in the blanket. Mom, I fell in love with that woman." Lance began to cry on her shoulder.

"Oh honey. If it is meant to be you will have it again but I wouldn�t kill yourself over it. So it was only one night that is more that some people get in a lifetime. I am sure there will be many more dances for you and I am sure that you will love again." She embraced her son, hoping that he would be able to make it through his first dance.