Warning: This part is pure crack. Movie all drinks away from the screen and I am not responsible for what you go and try to do after reading this.
The rest of the story can be found
here. Part 6
“Yeah, we're gonna need a good two, maybe three, more bundles to finish this.” Hank said as he and Wyatt crawled over the farmhouse roof. “That ice build-up last winter did way more damage then I thought.”
“You want me to go into town?” Wyatt asked.
“Nah, Em's getting out of work in an hour.” Hank said as he made his way slowly to the ladder. “I'll pick her up, then we can swing by the lumber yard and get the shingles and the stuff for that new gardening shed she wants.”
Wyatt nodded his head and followed the older man to solid ground. “I'll get started on ripping out the junk. I should be able to clear most of it by sunset. That way we can start going first thing.”
Hank smiled. “Great, and just let DG know when you're hungry; she's kind of taken over the kitchen for some extra P.E. credit thing.”
Wyatt started jogging toward the barn, “Will do!”.
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“El circulo is another simple pattern that you can make from the Two-Step Walk. Just do a set of Strolls, pivoting always to the left after each step so that you circle back to the beginning of the pattern.”
DG looked down at the paper footsteps on the floor.
“Stupid credit hours.”
She turned the CD on and read over the instructions once more. “Notice the feeling the different patterns give. The Stroll lets you travel and feels smooth. The Chase feels more abrupt.”
The music started to play and DG began to follow the footsteps on the floor.
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Wyatt climbed down the ladder and started towards the rain barrel, but the sounds of an accordion reminded him about DG's project and curiosity got the better of him.
Wyatt climbed onto the porch and looked through the screen door; there was DG in jeans and tee-shirt, but with a pair of red heels trying to navigate the steps of some dance.
Wyatt was about to turn away when he saw DG jerk, then stumble. “Shit!”
“Havin' some trouble there, DG?”
“No, I'm fine.” DG eased down to the floor and looked at her foot “It's my shoes that have the problem.”
Wyatt glanced at the papers DG had spread out over the table, “Well, of course you fell over, kid.” he said without thinking “You're trying to to tango without a partner.”
As soon as the words left his mouth Wyatt knew he was in trouble. DG's head whipped up to look at him and Wyatt silently cursed his Aunt May.
“Wait, what?” DG sat on the floor sputtering. “You... Tango? How'd you... What?”
Wyatt sighed, “Take off the shoes before you break your ankle.”
While DG kicked the heels off and tossed them into a corner Wyatt turned to the CD player and scanned through the tracks until he found one with a strong, slow tempo.
Wyatt closed his eyes and took a deep breath; it had been a long time since he had done this.
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DG did think she had ever been through so many emotions in such a short time before. First there was the frustration at her self; the anger when her shoe got caught; embarrassment when she found out that Wyatt had seen the whole thing; and confusion at Wyatt's order to take off her shoes...
But right now, when he turned around from the counter and walked over to her, all of that was washed away by the biggest wave of lust she had ever felt. The man was still wearing his freaking toolbelt!
He slid his right hand on to her back and pulled her into his chest and DG nearly passed out.
“We're just gonna walk.” Wyatt said, then slowly smiled. “Step back on your right.”
And then they were walking - back and forth, side to side - and suddenly everything DG had been reading earlier about smooth, flowing movements made sense, 'cus, really, all she wanted to do right now was just melt into Wyatt's embrace.
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Alright, who the hell was that in the kitchen? No way it was DG. DG who I pick up after work and tease while we worked on her bike and...
How long have those been hiding under her shirt?
All soft and firm and...
STOP IT!
This is DG. The daughter of family you've been working for for the last seven years. She was just a kid you first met. She was fourteen, a child!
But that was no child who had slid her knee up your leg.
She's what? Twenty-one? Twenty-one isn't a child.
Oh, god. Not a child, not a kid. Nope.
A women.
“DG.”
Oh, god. That should not sound so...
Crap! It sounds sexy. It shouldn't sound sexy.
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!
Okay, breath, breath. This isn't such a big deal. It's been seven years since you've really been close to a woman. It's just hormones. It's not you'd ever really want to lick that spot right between her...
“Crap.”
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!
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