She danced in a way that could not be mistaken for anything but love.I sensed it in the way she moved her hips in rhythm to the music – uninhibited and passionate.
Our eyes met briefly and our souls crossed paths as she swayed and gyrated to the beat of the drum and the hammering of the bass guitar.I knew that our spirits had connected in that instant of time.I knew that she danced only for me.
But the hour was late and there was little time to fumble through the formalities of introduction and the rites of courtship.I would return tomorrow.She would be there and dance for me again.
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
