Quick, think of a marvelous excuse hell totally swallow. Aha!To practice. Unlike you guys, I havent tried my particular talent since Granny May signed me up for belly-dancing classes when I was fifteen.And, by the way, why the hell did I consent to that? Or decide I loved it? Never mind, hes buying it. In fact, he seems to be hot on the idea. Are his eyes glowing? And is Coles tongue hanging out? This is why I didnt want to dance in the first place! Anyway, I rushed on. Im going to find a private place where nobody can see to laugh at me while you beat this tentor, more likely, these two idiotsinto submission.
