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YASHEEDA

Yasheeda had a magnificent air of untouchability, as if she knew that everyone in the room wanted her but no one could have her. But I had to try. It was now or never. I moved in to dance closer to her and touch her body. She let me hold her closely every now and then, but whenever we were too close she looked away over my shoulder so there was no chance to kiss her.

Maybe I have the wrong impression, I thought. Maybe she's just a friendly sort of girl. Or maybe she just wanted some coke.

I had to find out, though, so I pulled her in close and kissed her on the cheek. She laughed and broke away from me, twisting around the dance floor. She was still smiling at me, so when she came close again I kissed her lightly on the lips but this time she stopped dancing and went back to the table without saying a word.

At first I thought I had offended her but she waved to me to come over and I sat down next to her. 'Do you want another line?' I put my hand on her knee.

'You're not trying to seduce me, are you? It won't work,' she said provocatively.

'Not at all. I thought you were trying to seduce me. Would you like another line?' I asked again. She liked this play; the only way to approach confident girls is with confidence.

'I don't know if I should. I don't want to do anything I might regret,' she said, grabbing my hand again and dragging me towards the bathrooms.

'I promise you, you won't regret a thing,' I whispered in her ear.
I had forgotten the excitement of these chases; saying one thing and meaning another; with everything working on touch and smell