<div class="floatleft"> (https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f069/z9w5l6yxkuoa1s66g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Darcy</span></strong></div></div><em>Darn it!</em>She is just so clever!  I got here first.  She second.  That meant I could tease her about being late, then take it on further as long as I could think quickly enough.  But Olivia starts and I’m lost.  It’s going to take some effort to regain any traction.<br/><br/>We’re in sync with our swaying.  Liv is leading—surprise!  (Not!)  My dress seems to have sparked Liv’s imagination even more than I had hoped.  (Thank you shop girl!)<br/><br/>The girl whose birthday it is (the much talked about Jaclyn I think) seems to know Olivia, shouting her name.  Okay.  As I sway, I offer: “Everyone, this is Olivia.”  It seems a friendly bar so “and I’m Darcy.”<br/><br/>Sway, sway and more sway.  Olivia mentions singing, “<em>Darn it!</em>”  I don’t want to stop swaying, now singing?  She is so bedeviling!  “I can carry a tune.  ‘Happy birthday’ is in my repertoire.  It’s a choral piece though.  I’ll wait.”<br/><br/>Sway, sway and more sway.  I giggle, whispering, “You asked for it  . .  ”  How does she do this to me?  It’s hard to even concentrate!  Let’s see.  I begin,<em>“Ooh baby, / Move closer to me / I've had all that I can stand /Take hold of me with your hands”  Mmmmm . . . c’mon Darcy more lyrics “Flashing sparks into the night/ At this moment of surrender darling/ If you really care/ Don't touch me there!”</em><br/><br/>I shimmy a bit and work at controlling my giggling.  “Did I ever mention IT is my forte?”<br/>