What was he going to do, indeed. Peter flashed Junie his dimpled grin,jerks his head to the side to free her fingers from his hair and as he stood, he pulled the older woman tight against his body. The look he gave her was a challenging one, young and not all that interested in her type, he could still be convincing to the contrary.

Peter's hands ran up Junie's back, finger's fanned possessively until they reached her shoulders. He gripped her firmly, turned her one way and then the other,laughing as she ducked under his arm--they were doing a modified salsa as they moved together, their steps measured and tight, their bodies held smartly. Precision even as they played, more for the effect it had on the audience than anything else.