Chapter 1353 Lesbian Sex Worship:>> 86

We went through all of the traditional numbers, even a mother/son dance. It was, I think, the first time I'd ever seen my mom dance. There'd been no dancing at Michael's or Esther's weddings, of course. Eventually the emcee opened the floor for everyone. I glanced over at my father, who was looking on with disapproval. He didn't hold with dancing, as it made people happy. He probably had some other reason couched in scripture to explain why it was of the devil, but I'm pretty sure I knew better. In fact...
"Hey, baby." I stood up and held out my hand to Aly. "Come dance with me." My little girlfriend beamed up at me as she stood, linking her arms in mine as we made our way toward the rapidly filling floor. My arms moved around her waist as we began to sway to the rhythm, and the world seemed to fall away for a few wonderful minutes. That is, until I felt a hand slip under my elbow and pull me determinedly off the floor.
"I have tolerated your presence thus far, young lady, but my patience has limits." The coldness of my father's voice caused an initial, bone-deep fear. Even after so many years, I could gauge his level of anger by the simple tone of his voice, and I struggled to recall a time when it had been this icy.