<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Curlz MT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sandra Pickton</span></span></strong><br/><br/>I giggled and put an arm around Avery's shoulders. "You can sleep when your dead!" I smirked. My dad was an ex marine sergeant and he always used to say that. "Come on, sweetie, loosen up. Let's dance...." The track ended, being only seven minutes long, and the expensive stereo system switched back automatically to playing my vast collection of MP3 files, or rather a large selection of them that I'd deliberately picked out for this evening. The next track up was, in fact, probably the most appropriate one I could imagine...<br/><br/>Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Want To Have Fun (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0cJnVeiMrw#)<br/><br/>I dragged Avy out of her chair and began to sing along to the the chorus of the song, as I pulled her into the middle off the room... "Girls just wanna have fun..."