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A Gorean Tale of revenge served cold.

"Did I mention how nice you look tonight? That dress is wonderful." His compliment made her shiver. The Indian summer night made things feel more like spring. Jesse had made her wear the clinging small thing. She'd pulled out her old trusted denim jacket and pulled it on, at the last minute, but it had afforded her a little more warmth. The dress had been a series of blocks that wrapped around her chest and went down her sides to connect with the skirt. He'd spent most of the night looking at her chest. She was sure he'd noticed that it wasn't as great as Jesse's but was being polite. She made sure that her hair was straightened to rest at her shoulders. It tickled the back of her neck when she ducked her chin to her neck.

She self-consciously put a hand over her bare abdomen. "Thank you, Gary. I like lavender. I just wish there was more to the thing."

"Oh, no. You're perfect. Why not show it off a little? We could stop off somewhere and dance. That band over there seems good."

"Okay," she smiled at him. She knew she'd have to keep an eye on his hands, but she would enjoy moving to the music.

His hands were warm on the exposed skin of her back. He smelled very good as he moved her in closer. He spoke quietly into her ear, "You want to stop off at my place, tonight?"

She pulled back, but he had her fully encircled in his arms. "Don't worry. I know how to treat a girl."

"Look, I'm not ready to. Can't we just have fun here?"

"Jesse told me that you've been a bit worried, so I thought I'd help you relax. There'd be no commitment. I'll do whatever you want me to," he smiled seductively at her. 'What is Jesse, a pimp?'

"I," she worked to get out of this situation. He was fine, smart, nice, and scary. "I..." The song ended and her date continued his embrace.

"May I cut in?" She looked up at Daniel. He'd shaved and his shirt was pressed. She'd never seen him without at least a layer of stubble on his chin. 'Oh, and you smell good, too!'

"No, you may not," Gary grumbled. "She's with me tonight."

"It's just a dance. You can have her back," he amiably smiled as he put a hand on her arm. She hadn't flinched at the contact. She'd been frazzled at first when he would purposefully move his arm against hers, or back into her. It had been every excuse to give her just a nudge every time he saw her. This was the first time she hadn't started. She looked up at him and she could tell that he'd noticed too and was full of curiosity.

"It's okay, Gary. I'll meet you over there," she directed him.

He let go and frowned, "Why is he always around?"

"I used to live around here. I come to this festival every year. I can't pretend I don't know her, because you're on a date. The sooner you let us dance, the sooner I'll be gone."

Gary walked to a bench and sat down. Daniel squeezed her shoulder and said, "Did he see it?"

"That's why you were doing that. To get me used to you touching me? He knows that you have a thing for me," she smiled cautiously as the next song started. "He knew before..."

He gripped her hand and slid his other hand to her waist. "I have more than a thing for you, Jo Croix. You know that." He turned her swiftly and she let out a shriek of surprise. He smiled as she laughed nervously. She watched his legs pass too close to hers. She stepped on his toe and he made a funny face. "It's okay," he soothed as he pulled her in closer. "Just move with me, and don't watch where I go anymore." They soon developed a rhythm together, and she was ready when he spun her the next time. He'd hidden his poise very well. She wouldn't have thought he was a dancer to watch him walk. As they continued to move across the floor she queried, "Why are you really here?" He smiled conspiratorially, "I can't help it. You're like a magnet for me. I guess, I'm a wee bit protective. Blame me? Besides, would I pass up the opportunity to dance with you?"

"I guess not."

"You're okay with this? I can hold you out if you want.