Proudly her mother and grandmother watched as she undressed. He had given them a seat with a good view so that they may admire their progeny.
She was passionately doing what she had waited for years to be able to do. Now that she had finally turned 18 her dream came true: she could strip!
When he saw her again it was at another party and she looked stunning. A white fur draped around her fragile shoulders and a hairdo with matching make-up that reminded one of Marilyn Monroe in her best days. Without the mole.
In passing he sniffed her scent and nearly became intoxicated. His thoughts drifted away on the music in his head which was different from what the DJ was playing.
This evening she danced for pleasure and not on stage. From his seat near the window he had a good view of her movements. They were hazy and in slow motion.
Time stopped for him and for a second he imagined himself in a time 80 years past. Times were full of hope and expectation back then. The music played on but never quite reached him for his attention was on the game he was playing.
She felt his stare and answered it with a non-fake smile. Then she returned her attention to her conversation partner.
Later that night he talked with her boyfriend about God.
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