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Sabrina’s new dance teacher.
    “I am so sorry Miss Nicole for not properly
introducing myself. I am a writer and I…” I trailed off as I took
in the new dance teacher. To say Miss Nicole was beautiful was the
understatement of the year, or decade. There could have been very
little doubt as she grew up as to her profession. The long elegant
legs were by design those of a dancer. We were almost the same
height but she had me by a few inches. Smooth, delicate, lightly
tanned skin covered her petite frame. It was her face that drew you
in. The gentle curve of her mouth and plump lips would have invited
the most heterosexual female to sample them. It appeared as if she
was wearing a soft red lipstick but it was the natural color of her
lips. With zero make-up on this woman was absolutely stunning. Her
long brown hair was swept up into a ponytail. The escape of a few
strands of hair did not give her an unkempt look, quite the
opposite. It made her look even more gorgeous. I stuttered a bit as
I tried to regain my composure.
    “I am sorry for my hasty departure these last
few visits. I am generally very involved with Sabrina’s dance
instruction,” I said trying to recover my composure. Never had a
woman ever struck me as attractive. I do not mean that I am catty
with women I do not know. It’s just I can appreciate a beautifully
dressed woman, albeit from afar. I have never considered a woman
gorgeous to me in this way. I felt my mind race around its short
track as I continued to struggle with this woman’s appearance.
    “It’s fine I totally understand how busy
parents can get. I do not take it personal,” she smiled at me. “It
is nice to finally meet you.”
    I had to internally slap myself because I
actually swooned. Thank God it was just a mild swoon but it was
swooning nonetheless. I once again regained control of my faculties
enough to inquire about the course of study for Sabrina. Another
small prayer went up to the man above as Sabrina was warming up.
She was none the wiser about my little instant crush on her
teacher. I supposed that male or female, anyone who dared enter
this studio found Miss Nicole to be a ravishing creature. The
damage this meeting was causing to my heterosexual psyche was
worthy of electro-shock therapy. This was nothing that Dr. Phil
could work out. Once Miss Nicole excused herself to you know teach
the class, I gave myself the scolding of a lifetime. Immediately
panic began to engulf me as I thought about those days when Mark
would need to bring Sabrina to dance class. In my mind my entire
marriage was over as Miss Nicole and Mark drove away to live
happily ever after. I shook my head, much like an Etch-A-Sketch, to
rid myself of those thoughts. Mark and I had a wonderful
relationship and he may harbor some secret fantasy women in his
spank bank but I never felt threatened, until perhaps now.
    I left before Miss Nicole could do any fancy
dance moves that would leave me wanting to find the nearest plaid
shirt store. While I was away I tried to throw myself into
revisions from my editor for a press release. It worked and soon
Miss Nicole was a faded memory as I corrected the corrections.
    “Hey mom, is everything okay?” Sabrina asked
into her cell phone. I had totally misjudged the time and botched
my daughter’s pick up.
    “Oh my goodness Sabrina, I am so sorry. I am
on my way,” I apologized leaping to my feet. Quickly, I saved my
work and beat a hasty retreat from the nearby Starbucks. I was more
grateful than I can explain when I pulled up to the studio and
Sabrina was waiting outside. I could see Miss Nicole hovering
nearby so I didn’t take offense that she had put her outside.
    “I am so sorry Brina,” I apologized once
more. Sabrina took no notice of my tardiness and began feverishly
texting her friends. I dismissed the entire episode looking forward
to some downtime with my husband later. Wednesdays were the kid’s
high activity days that included: music lessons,