“How did it go,” Rashida asked as I returned to the West room.

“I don’t know. There was more NOT being said than said.” The band was coming back from a break and had just started to play.

“Oh, a tango!” Rashida exclaimed. “I haven’t danced one in ages.” She grasped my hand and led me to the dance floor. In moments we were in each others arms. It’s said that the Argentines invented the tango to give vertical expression to horizontal ideas, but to do so with more vigor and energy. Holding Rashida close to me as we danced certainly made that seem true. The scent of her perfume had a hint of vanilla to it. Her smile was infectious. Her eyes flashed. And our bodies pressed against each other like lovers. All too soon the music was over but I still held her in my arms.

She looked away from my eyes and said “Thank you, I haven’t had that much fun in years.”

“If you enjoy it so much, we’ll have to do it more often” I replied.

“Perhaps,” she smiled. Then the smile left her face as she looked over my shoulder.