“I was contemplating dropping out [pole dancing lessons]; I could barely move a muscle. It had certainly burst my ‘I’m in great shape’ bubble.”
“The penny dropped. I sat in my room and burst into tears. Our band had barely begun, and already our drummer and bass player were a couple of drug fiends!”
“I won’t move a muscle, I won’t come out, I’ll be quiet, I promise. Besides, I’m not the hero type.”
“Go ahead, burst my bubble. I can make more.”
“I had a tendency to forget how handsome he was when I was plotting how to peel his skin from the network of muscles and sinew that danced as he moved.”
“They had lost two weeks of dance lessons over that Great Rosebush and Snowball Scandal.”