Contributor: John Laneri
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Last night, my wife and I competed in a dance contest at the Grey Horse Pavilion. The event was one of those happy affairs in which we danced our hearts out before a panel of judges. The grand prize – now listen to this – was a whopping expense paid weekend to San Antonio along the River Walk.
Jane was eager, her manner alive with energy as the sound of music greeted our arrival. We hurried inside, knowing that Jake the fiddle man was already performing his magic – the strings of his violin vibrating the best foot stomping music in all of West Texas.
Once registered, we slid onto the dance floor and turned a couple of circles before settling into a slow waltz to draw us into harmony.
“Your cologne smells great,” I said, as I pulled her close and nuzzled her neck.
She chuckled softly, her face blushing...
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John Laneri
