Like a fool I had taken the bait. The filthy

Like a fool I had taken the bait. The filthy red lipstick had put me right where she wanted me. If I drool now I might never make it. It's do or die time, first and ten, bottom

of the ninth circle of hell. Her fishnet pantyhose played a ticklish vinyl wisp across my eardrums as she shifted deliberately on her heel. Each motion was constructed to undermine

the patriarchy erected by nuclear proliferation and it could only be undermined by interpretive dance. I laughed at her, but to my astonishment, Putin and Obama watched her writhe

and would not turn away until she had finished. "Let's sign it now!" Obama said. "One more dance",

she commanded. Obama was a much better dancer than Glen Beck. He couldn't lead his way out of a paper bag with a pick axe, night goggles and a talking compass. The best dancer is

the one who's able to loose himself in the music,in the character and in the movement...The best dancer is the one for whom dancing is like brething,movement becomes your skin and

your heart beats in time to the rhythm of the orchestra. For the 12 dancing princesses, every step was as essential as water. From your hiding spot, you watch them as they twirl

once every hour,one princess for every morning hour. The hoops on their ankles chime in time with the heavenly orchestra. Your hour's princess winks at you. Time to reveal yourself

. You quickly grab the princess and run up the Empire State Building, swatting down tri-planes along the way. If you only had a moment peace to tell her your true feelings. Banana?