Bill went on a dare from his friend, Carol. She was like “you love music, you will love this!” He was one of three guys in the class with 30 women. Bill was not the tallest or the thinnest, but of the men, clearly the best dancer. One was married, his wife watching him as he danced, but Don was mainly there to ogle women. The other, Gary, was a creeper and show-off, there more to be a peacock seeking to mate, than to dance. He was awful, and a joke to everyone. Carol went with Bill a couple of months, then had work commitments. He had made friends with several women in the class but was careful not to be overtly sexual, fearing that someone would complain and he would be kicked out. Bill loved the Latin music, the steps, the moves. He loved how the beat of the music pulsated through him. He had been attending about 6 months and was faithfully copying every move from the instructor. He was serious about it. As he become really good, women would “dance with him”. Leah was the best. Bill and Leah looked like a professional dance team, copying each other’s moves, moving in sync. She was younger, but definitely into him. Bill was in tech, but because of kids at home, he was careful with his phone apps. His kids knew his unlock code and would use his phone at moment’s notice. He would load up Tinder or kik, but then delete the app by the time his kids got home from school. One day, Bill loads up Tinder, swiping through options, he sees Leah there. The thoughts start running through his head. First, He never thought he’d find someone he knew here. Bill was more exploring the world here, than really trying to find a hookup. He was GenX, less Tinder, more Match. He was curious about the app because the media had hyped it up, but really wasn’t into hookups. Second, he knew she lived at home, as they had gone out in a group after Zumba one night, he, the instructor Paula, her friend Mary, and Leah. Leah has an exotic face that draws you to her, and her accent was clearly not from the US. The next Zumba session was more difficult. He had always admired her muscled legs and shapely thighs. It was moving to summer, so Leah was not wearing shirts anymore but loose tank tops, her stately shoulders exposed. The tank tops were loose, showing her workout bra underneath. A side view gave him a clear view of her form. As they synced to the music, Bill started moving his hips more suggestively, and Leah surprised him with sexy dance moves that compressed her stomach and shook her hips. She looked like a girl in strip club. The gyrations showed off her womanly shape in the leggings. This gave him problems, because knowing she was “on the market”, but clearly not his age. What was he going to do?