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about?"
    "Never mind," I said. "I'll come back another time." And before he could even get a chance to respond, I turned and walked to the front door. I could feel his eyes on me as I let myself outside and literally run to my car.
    I got in and for a moment just sat staring ahead, my hands clutching at the steering wheel.
    I didn't understand what had just happened.
    My head was spinning and my mind was reeling with a thousand thoughts all at once.
    The one thing I was sure of: I still didn't know if I was a virgin or not and I wasn't sure that I'd actually have the guts to go back to that house ever again.
     
    Monday morning arrived and I was still feeling shitty on account of spending the entire weekend racking my brains, trying to recollect what had happened Saturday night followed later by the events of Sunday afternoon when I'd met Michael.
    I was in a pickle and to remain sane I knew I had to make a choice and stick with it. I could either go back to my life and try and put the entire weekend behind me or I could let it ruin me by not letting it go and pursuing this Jim guy.
    I instinctively knew that going back to my life as if everything was normal would drive me up a tree but I also knew that going back to Jim's house was absolutely out of the question.
    I don't even know how I’d gotten the guts to do it Sunday afternoon. Must have still been suffering from a Tequila hangover.
    I got out of bed and decided that this was going to be a new chapter in my life. Whatever had happened, happened. There was nothing I could do to change it now.
    I was going to move on with my life and just try to make better choices from now on. I put on my gym clothes and shoes, grabbed a towel, a bottle of water and headed for the gym.
    Nothing like a good workout to take your mind off the worries of the world, even if it was only for an hour.
     
    Thank God that Monday turned out to be a busy one.
    I spent the entire morning on the phone, calling up local businesses and trying to drum up some new business.
    Then spent the entire afternoon with a few regular students.
    I couldn't wait for the day to be over so that I could go home and drink a glass of cold, sweet, red wine. After that, I planned to soak myself in a long, hot bath.
    I was glad that the day had turned out to be a busy one because my goal when I got to work that morning had been to throw myself into my work and forget my "F'd up" weekend. 
    I only had one more dance class left for that evening and I had two new students coming in so I had to remain on top of my game.
    One of the new students was a nineteen year old car accident victim going through rehab and when I'd talked to her over the phone, she'd said that dancing was the only thing that really inspired her to get up and out of bed everyday.
    The other new student was a six year old, little girl called Lisa. I'd met her mother while we were both getting pedicures and upon learning what I did, she was eager to get her daughter started. But, she warned me, she was a busy woman and she might not always be the one bringing her daughter over.
    Was that okay? She’d wanted to know.
    "Of course," I'd chimed right back.
    I now looked at the clock. It was almost six o'clock. Time for my evening class before I had to close shop.
    So far, so good. I hadn't spent a single minute thinking about my disastrous weekend. 
     
    The nineteen year old came in first, wheeled in on a wheelchair by her brother with her mother in tow.
    I welcomed her and helped her get situated while waiting for the other new student.
    Two minutes later, the door swung open and in came a sweet-as-pie little six year old girl with wavy, blond hair.
    Right behind her was a tall, gorgeous man with a shock of blond hair and piercing blue eyes. His broad shoulders, muscular arms and the disarming smile made me take a step back, almost tripping over a yoga mat and falling flat on my butt.
    Michael!
    Yes.
    That Michael.
    Mr.