Joyce Turner sat in a booth across from Ray Price and wanted to scream, but what could she do? It was a public restaurant, and making a scene would not go over well for either of them.

Ray had taken Joyce to their favorite Italian restaurant for dinner like he always does before they chaperoned the Friday night dance at Ashvale High School. Joyce is 28 and has been dating 29-year-old Math and Science teacher Raymond Price for almost a year. Joyce teaches English and Social Studies and grew up in Ashvale. Dating a co-worker wasn’t professional, but Ashvale is a small town, and everyone knows everyone. Joyce’s mother is on the school board, so they were willing to look the other way as long as it did not become an issue. They would get some smiles, winks, and good-natured teasing from the kids, but nothing obnoxious. They seemed to be rooting for her, and a few asked if they would get married. Joyce thought that was the plan until Ray announced over dinner, “I think we should see other people before we make a lifetime commitment.” Then he added, “You know, just to be sure about us.” As if Joyce didn’t know this was his way of saying adios. Her hand trembled when she took out her cell phone and called a taxi. She left her dinner and Ray and walked out of the restaurant.

Joyce Turner was still angry and near to tears as she chaperoned the high school dance. The minutes dragged by, and it felt like it should be later than it was. She checked her watch, but there was still over an hour to go. It was pure agony watching her ex-boyfriend looking like he was enjoying himself after breaking up with her less than four hours ago.

The DJ was mixing in more slow dance songs now that the kids had gotten over their jitters and had paired up to dance. Three senior boys from her homeroom approached her, “Hey, Miss Turner. How come you’re not dancing with Mr. Price tonight? I thought he was your date?”

Joyce responded to Kenny Brand with a touch of bitterness in her voice, “Well, that’s history now. So I guess you boys are welcome to crank up the school rumor mill.”

Kenny sounded surprised, “Jeez, I’m sorry, Miss Turner. I can’t believe he let you get away.”

Joyce tried to smile and not make it sound like a dramatic turn of events in her life, “Maybe it’s for the best. Us being a co-worker and all.” The boys didn’t miss the tears that Joyce wiped away.

“What a jerk.” Andy Williams added.”

“Yeah, and he is over there talking and dancing with all the junior and senior girls and leaving you all alone.” Brian Granger needlessly pointed out to her.

Joyce folded her arms and glared across the dance floor at Mr. Raymond Price, “Yes, I noticed.” The boys could tell she was upset, and that upset them. Miss Turner was their favorite teacher. Not only because they thought she was pretty, but she talked to them like equals, and they knew they could speak to her if they needed advice or help with their school work.

“Is he dancing with all those girls to piss you off or to make you jealous?” Andy asked.

“Well, it certainly is pissing me off.” Joyce realized what she said, “Sorry, boys, I shouldn’t swear like that.”

“Hey, how about if we dance with you and show him you can play his game too?”

Joyce didn’t think Ray would be one bit jealous if she danced with the boys. He made it very clear that he wanted to end their relationship. Although, accepting a request to dance with the boys did help to take her mind off of Ray Price for a few minutes. They danced mostly to fast dances, but when they played a slow dance song, she didn’t refuse when they asked. After a few dances, other boys came over and asked for a dance with the slender and very pretty brunette they all had a bit of a crush on. Of course, she kept a decent amount of space between them when they danced to a slow number. The boys were not here to make trouble for her. Anything that looked improper would be repeated across town within hours.

Despite how Joyce felt, she started to look like she was having fun and wasn’t shattered by the breakup. Dancing with the boys did make the time seem to go faster.

The dance finally ended, and the DJ was packing up. She saw Raymond Price watching her. Their eyes locked, and he nodded and left. Rachel West, the last girl he danced with, picked up her purse and fast-walked out of the gymnasium as soon as he was out the door. Joyce remembered Ray mentioning she was one of his favorite students.

Joyce was standing with Andy Williams, and he made a remark that had her mind conjuring up some nasty thoughts.

“Mr. Price danced with Rachel a lot tonight.”

Despite her thoughts, Joyce felt she needed to defend the young girl’s reputation, “Yes, he did, but let’s not try to read something into it that isn’t there. Rachel is a nice girl and an excellent student.”

“Yeah, you’re right. That would be very unfair to Rachel. Goodnight, Miss Turner.”

“Goodnight, Andy.”

Ray came by the following day to pick up the things he kept at Joyce’s apartment. He boxed up the clothes, toothbrush, and spare razor he kept there. Just as he was leaving, Joyce asked, “Who are you seeing, Ray?”

“Nobody Joyce. Nobody serious anyway.”

Joyce couldn’t help but confront Ray with her unsubstantiated suspicions that kept her up late last night, “Are you having an affair with Rachel West?”

“No, no, of course not. She’s a student, for Christ’s sake.” Ray could tell Joyce was still angry and upset. He could see it in her posture and hear it in her voice.

Standing with her arms crossed, Joyce glared at Ray, “How old is she? A seventeen-year-old piece of jail bait?”

“Okay, Joyce, that’s enough. She just turned nineteen. She had to repeat a year because of Mono.” Ray put the box down and held up his hands, “Damn it, Joyce, please don’t say anything to anyone. It was only a couple of times. I know it’s wrong, and I tried to break it off, but she threatened to tell if I did. Now I don’t know what to do.”

“Did you fuck her after the dance Friday night?” Joyce lied as she added, “I saw her leave with you.”

Ray felt trapped, “Okay, Yes, I did. What could I do? She threatened me.”

“What does she want to get out of this besides the thrill of fucking her teacher?”

“When she graduates, she wants to tell her parents that we are a couple and I will marry her.”

“Are you?”

“Hell no. At the end of the school year, I’m leaving town. That’s part of the reason I broke up with you.”

“What’s the other part?”

“I don’t want to be trapped into a marriage by her or you.”

So Ray felt trapped? Okay, maybe she did make some assumptions after fucking him for almost a year. But that was over now, and she just wanted him gone.

“I won’t say anything, Ray, but I want you to get out, and I never want to talk to you again unless it concerns school business.” Joyce had a feeling Ray was lying about Rachel threatening him. Rachel was very pretty but also very bright. She couldn’t be that desperate. Joyce would have put money Ray was just using her until he left town. Joyce would find out how right she was.

Ray picked up his box of belongings, “I understand.” Ray left, and Joyce started to cry again.

In the past, Joyce had always enjoyed chaperoning the dances. It was a chance to socialize with the kids in a more relaxed atmosphere and, of course, dance with Ray Price. She watched Ray mingle with the students, occasionally dancing with one of the girls. It was agony for her when she saw him dancing with Rachel West. Joyce wanted to go over and warn the poor petite blond girl that Ray was just using her. She might be pissed at Ray, but she was not going to ruin his life and Rachel’s by reporting what she knew after all, the girl was nineteen and old enough to make her own decisions, as bad as they may be. She also didn’t have any concrete proof. If Ray was leaving town at the end of the school year, that would solve a lot of problems.

Over the next few weeks, Kenny, Andy, and Brian made a special effort to talk to Joyce and ask her to dance. They danced with other girls and talked like they always did with their friends. But if they saw her staring at Ray Price or standing alone and looking lonely, one of them would go over and talk to her or ask her to dance.

Joyce had always come to the dances and left with Ray Price, but now that they were no longer a couple, Kenny Brand took on the role of escort and walked Joyce to her Jeep Cherokee when the Friday night dance ended. Joyce was about to give him a peck on the cheek and thank him for being so sweet like she did the last couple of times he walked her to her Jeep. Kenny put his arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her. Joyce pushed on his shoulders, and he immediately stepped back.

“What do you think you’re doing, Kenny?”

“Oh god, I am so freaken’ stupid. We were starting to be friends, and now I have messed that up. I’m sorry, Miss Turner.” Kenny started to walk away.

Joyce grabbed his arm, “Get in my Jeep, Kenny. Quick, before someone sees you.”

They never spoke as Joyce drove to a spot she knew of from her days as a teenager. It was up an old unpaved farm road. It wound through the woods for three-tenths of a mile before Joyce turned off into a field that looked ready to be mowed for hay and baled. Barry Parker’s family owned the land, and Barry took her here when they dated in high school. Joyce thought it ironic that she picked this spot to take Kenny. Joyce was sixteen, and Barry had just turned seventeen when they first started coming here in Barry’s truck after a Friday night dance. They would only make out until Joyce and Barry did what many teenagers did when they had their first serious love affair. They lost their virginity to each other and then drifted apart after Barry graduated and left for college.

Joyce started to get out of the Jeep, “Come on, Kenny. Let’s enjoy the night air.”

When Kenny got out, and they met in the front of the Jeep, Joyce took his hand and led him over to a stone wall. Joyce sat on the wall, and Kenny sat beside her. Joyce turned to him and asked, “Were you thinking about doing more than kissing me, Kenny?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I couldn’t help kissing you. You’re so nice and ... well, pretty too.”

“There is no one around to see us now. Would you like to kiss me again?”

He didn’t have to answer. Kenny put his hand on her cheek, leaned in and kissed her. Joyce put her arms around his neck and ran her tongue over his lips. He put his arms around her and held her tighter as they ground their lips on each other.

Kenny never dreamed stealing a kiss from his teacher would have gotten him this far. He wasn’t sure why she didn’t just slap him like he probably deserved.

It wasn’t long before Joyce pulled up her skirt just enough that she could face him and throw her leg over him. Joyce straddled his legs as she sat on his lap. They continued to kiss and run their hands over each other’s backs. His hands went to Joyce’s ass and pulled her forward. He pushed up with his hips. Joyce ground her pussy on the stiff shaft of his cock that she could feel through his pants and her panties. Joyce started to lose any sense of modesty she had as the lust took over her body.

Kenny stopped kissing her, “You better stop, Miss Turner, or you’re going to get me off, and I really don’t want to cum in my pants.”

Joyce stopped grinding on him and giggled, “I was about to have the same problem. What do you think we should do about that?”

By now, Kenny was pretty sure his teacher wanted to go further, but he wasn’t going to mess up again by being too forward, “I know what I would like to do, but I don’t know if you would want to do that with me?”

Joyce pretended to look shocked, “Oh my, Kenny, are you suggesting we take our pants off and fuck?” Joyce already knew his answer and what she wanted. She stood up and pulled her panties down before Kenny replied, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” A bit surprised at Miss. Turner’s language Kenny undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He pushed them down below his knees, letting them drop to his ankles. Joyce held her panties in her hand and got back on his lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Joyce lifted up enough for Kenny to straighten out his cock. Being here with Kenny like this had Joyce highly aroused, and nothing could have stopped her from seducing the handsome teenage boy she had between her legs, “Fuck me, Kenny.” All her sense of propriety as his teacher was overridden by nothing more than pure lust. When she felt him rub his cock on her pussy and stop at the perfect spot, she settled down on him with a deep sigh.

“Damn, Miss Turner, you’re so hot.”

Joyce was panting in between kissing Kenny. She was surprised at how aroused she had become with so little foreplay. Kenny hadn’t even tried to touch her breasts. Except for her panties, she was fully clothed. She just wanted someone to make her cum and forget about Ray Price.

The cool night air felt good on Joyce’s ass as she used Kenny’s hot cock. She was surprised at how good it felt to have sex with this boy. In a way, it was more satisfying and arousing to her than fucking Ray in her bedroom. Joyce kept kissing him as she bounced on his cock. It wasn’t long before she was doing more panting than kissing. Joyce squeezed her eyes closed. She knew she was about to cum. She slammed her pussy down on Kenny’s cock and dug her fingers into his back as the convulsions in her pussy sent a euphoric feeling of warmth throughout her body. Joyce Turner’s young student had just got her off, and he was still hard.

“Oh God, Miss Turner, did you just...?”

“Yes, I did. I don’t want to stop. Let’s keep going.” Joyce started bouncing on his cock again. It was not as frantic or as demanding as before. Her pussy was still feeling aftershocks, and she knew if Kenny would last a while longer, she would get off again. She was already feeling the warmth building and her pussy pulsing as if trying to grip his cock tighter. Then it happened. She came for a second time. Something that had not happened since she was in high school. Kenny couldn’t help but notice as Joyce groaned and ground her pussy on his cock, and he came for the first time.

They both stopped and held each other as they tried to catch their breath. Joyce was still impaled on Kenny’s cock and was not getting off until his cock slipped out of her pussy of its own accord. She laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek, “Thank you, Kenny.”

“Wow. You’re thanking me?”

“Yes, I am. I have been feeling rejected, lonely and a bit depressed. I needed someone to come along and make me feel better about myself.” Joyce chuckled, “I certainly didn’t think it would be you, but you were there when I needed you. You kissed me and told me I was pretty, which is exactly what I needed at that moment.”

Joyce got off of Kenny’s lap. She gave him a good look at her legs and pubic hair as she pulled up her panties before she pulled her skirt down, “Come on, pull your pants up. We should get going.”

Joyce drove Kenny back to the gym parking lot to get his car. Before he got out of the Jeep, he turned to her, and she knew what his question would be, “Are we ever going to see each other again like we did tonight? If you say no, it’s okay. And believe me, no matter what, I swear I will never tell anyone what happened tonight. I know what could happen if anyone found out. It would be very messy for both of us.”

“Yes, Kenny, it would be very messy.” What I did tonight is what people call revenge sex. I’m still angry about the way Mr. Price dumped me. You are a very nice guy and caught me at a very vulnerable moment, and somehow we connected. It happened, and I’m not sorry that it did. I’m not saying no, but I need to think about the consequences of getting sexually involved with one of my students. Even taking you back here so late is making me nervous. What will your parents say when you get home? It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Not to worry. My parents are in bed and asleep by nine or ten o’clock. My dad has to be up at five o’clock so he can be at our hardware store by six to open at seven. Mom always gets up at 5:00 to make breakfast and see him off.

“Well, okay. Give me a kiss, and don’t think too much about what we did tonight.”

“Are you kidding? I’ll be thinking about you and having fantasies for the rest of my life.”

Joyce laughed, “Maybe I will too. Remember, no grinning when you see me in school.”

After a quick kiss, they said, “Goodnight” as Kenny got out of her Jeep. Joyce watched him get in his car, back out of his parking space, and drive off. She followed him out of the parking lot and went home.

Joyce went to bed and thought about having revenge sex with Kenny. I could have gone out and had sex with a man my age or at least someone not attending the school where I work. Why did I have sex with Kenny? Was it because he is a student like Rachel West? Was I being that vindictive? I did have a very exciting night and some of the best sex that I have had in a long time. Joyce couldn’t help thinking about how good it felt. My god, he got me off twice. Joyce fell asleep with visions of a hayfield, Kenny Brand and Barry Parker swirling around in her head.

Joyce slept until almost noon on Saturday. She had a light lunch and was about to shower when her cell phone buzzed. She didn’t recognize the number when she answered.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Miss Turner, it’s Kenny. Are you okay? You know, after last night, I mean.”

“How did you get this number?”

“Off your teacher’s profile on the school website.”

“Right, in case you have a question about an assignment.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a question about an assignment?”

“Ah ... No.”

“Just kidding, Kenny. I’m fine. I’m a big girl, and you were not my first rodeo.”

“Okay. I worried about you all night and this morning. I had to call and make sure you weren’t, you know?”

“No, Kenny, I’m not going to do anything foolish or be angry about last night. It happened, and I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it because I did. As long as you keep your word and don’t tell anyone, everything will be fine.”

“Okay, see you in school, Miss Turner.”

“See you in school, Kenny.”

Joyce hung up. She could tell he was hoping that she would give him some indication that she was interested in seeing him again or outright inviting him over for another tumble.

All week, Joyce could not stop thinking about her seduction of Kenny. Sometimes, she was angry with herself for being so weak. Sometimes, it was fear that she would be caught. But it was mostly the tingle she felt between her legs when she thought of how good it felt to fuck him. Wouldn’t Ray be surprised if he knew sex with an eighteen-year-old boy left her more satisfied than he ever did? By Friday afternoon, Joyce knew she would let Kenny get in her pants again.

She went to the dance, and Kenny very wisely kept his distance until later in the evening. She watched Ray, and it was apparent that he was paying more attention to Rachel West than any of the other girls. She wondered if anyone else was starting to notice. It would serve him right if they did.

It was almost ten o’clock before Kenny asked Joyce to dance. Kenny knew instinctively that this was not a place to be seen as overly interested in the woman he could not stop thinking about all week.

As they danced to what would be their only dance, Joyce asked Kenny, “Do you think you can find the spot we went to last week?”

“Yes, no problem.”

“Good. Leave a little early. I will meet you there when the dance is over. Oh, and don’t dance with me anymore tonight. I don’t want anyone getting suspicious.”

Kenny nodded, and when the music ended, and they stopped dancing, he walked away and joined his friends. It was the right thing to do, but Joyce felt a twinge of jealousy when he danced rather close with a couple of the other girls. Kenny left at quarter to eleven. As soon as the dance was over and all the students had left the gym, Joyce hurried to her Jeep.

Kenny was sitting on the wall waiting for her. He stood up as soon as she parked next to his car. Joyce turned off the ignition and killed the lights. She reached into the back to get the heavy wool blanket she had brought. Joyce got out of her Jeep with the blanket under her arm. She walked over to Kenny and kissed him.

“I’m so glad you came, Miss Turner. I was getting worried that you might have changed your mind.”

“I would have told you if I didn’t want to see you again. I don’t play games, Kenny and I expect you to be honest with me.”

“I will, Miss Turner.”

“It’s Joyce. Please call me Joyce when we are together like this.”

“Okay, Joyce.”

Joyce shook out the blanket. Kenny helped her spread it out on the grass. Joyce kicked off her shoes and sat on the blanket. There wasn’t any mystery attached to why they were here together. Kenny kicked off his sneakers and joined her. One kiss, and they had their arms around each other. Joyce maneuvered Kenny onto his back and lay on him with her breasts against his chest and side, “Can we take it slow tonight, Kenny? I want you to hold me. Let me get to know you.

Kenny immediately slipped back into using her surname, “Of course, Miss Turner, whatever you want.”

“The first thing I want you to do is to stop calling me Miss Turner.”

“Okay, teach.”

Joyce smiled and slapped his arm, “Stop it, and kiss me ... Mr. Brand.”

After last week, Joyce’s obvious desire to be with him again emboldened Kenny. A hand went to her breasts as his other hand pulled her blouse out of the back of her skirt and ran his hand over her bare back. Kenny moved both of his hands up the back of her blouse to unhook her bra.

Kenny rolled her onto her back. Her b-cup breasts almost disappeared into her chest, but her nipples stood proud and stiff. Nothing was said as Kenny’s hand moved around under her bra to brush his palm over her nipples. His fingers caressed her breasts. Joyce held him tighter and slipped her tongue over his upper lip.

As they kissed and Kenny ran one hand over her breasts, he reached down and touched her knee. Joyce didn’t protest as his hand slipped up her thigh. When the edge of his hand met her pussy Joyce reached for his cock. She found it and squeezed it. It felt hard and ready.

Joyce never wore pantyhose in warm weather. Kenny felt a wetness in her panties and cupped her mound as he pushed up her blouse and bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Joyce held him and opened her legs a bit. Kenny pushed her panties aside and ran his fingers lightly over her pussy.

Joyce tried to undo his belt with one hand, “Your pants, Kenny, open your pants.” Kenny sat up to undo and take his pants off. This freed Joyce’s arm that had been trapped under Kenny. Joyce sat up and took her blouse off, then her bra. She put her blouse back on but left it unbuttoned. She unzipped her skirt and took it off.

Wearing just her panties and an open blouse, Joyce put an arm around Kenny’s neck and kissed him as she slid her fingers over Kenny’s exposed cock. Joyce wasn’t any stranger to oral sex. She demanded it; she performed it. Even when dating Barry Parker in high school, when most girls were trying to make up their minds if a blowjob would label them as easy or a slut. Facing Kenny’s feet, she kissed and licked Kenny’s cock. Kenny put his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Joyce lifted her legs one at a time so he could slip them off and toss them aside. Joyce moved into position over Kenny. It was an open invitation for him to lick her pussy as she took him into her mouth. Kenny held her hips and took a moment to inspect her pussy and ass. He could hardly believe his teacher, the woman he thought was more beautiful than any of the girls in his high school, was sucking his cock. He positioned Joyce and kissed her pussy as he ran his hands over her ass.

Never in any of Kenny’s fantasies did he think this night would happen to him. To have the lovely Miss Turner here with him like this. It seemed her idea of taking it slow was to have oral sex. He could feel her tongue roaming over his swollen glans as her hand moved up and down the shaft. There was no doubt in Kenny’s mind that she wanted to make him cum. He wondered if she swallowed.

Joyce felt his lips and tongue move over her vulva. If he found her clit and licked her there, she knew it would get her off. Not a second later, Kenny’s fingers parted the lips of her pussy, and licked the nub that made Joyce groan and stop sucking his cock. He hoped Joyce hadn’t decided she had enough oral sex. Kenny hoped she would make him cum with her mouth. He wanted to experience what he had only dreamed about when alone in his bedroom with his cock in his hand. He thought about how explosive her orgasm was last Friday night and how wet and slick his cock was. He wanted to taste her cum.

Joyce told Kenny what she wanted, “Yes, baby, right there. Lick it, make me cum.” Joyce took him back into her mouth. Joyce slowed her efforts with her tongue and hand. She didn’t want him to cum too early and stop licking her. Joyce loved being licked back there. There were times when Joyce thought she could forgo intercourse in favor of oral sex. There was even a time in college when she toyed with the idea of experimenting with a female partner for that very reason.

Kenny concentrated on running his tongue around and sucking that nub that seemed to be driving Joyce wild. Joyce stopped sucking his cock, as her back arched. Kenny heard Joyce gasp as his mouth was flooded with the wet pungent taste of her cum. Kenny continued to lick, savoring the taste of her. Joyce got off of Kenny and turned around. She mounted Kenny and kissed him and not caring that his face and lips were slick with her cum. “Sorry, Kenny, maybe next time. Right now, this is what I need.” Joyce ground her pussy on the cock she had impaled herself with.

Kenny had forgotten entirely about the blow job as his hips moved in rhythm with his teacher’s movements. He felt her breasts and pinched her nipples and hoped he lasted long enough to satisfy her. He needn’t have worried. Joyce was already satisfied and only wanted to feel his cock fill her pussy and give Kenny a good cum. Maybe even get off again.

Kenny was mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful woman whose face and body were lit by the moonlight. With her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, Joyce tilted her head back and held his hands against her breasts. Kenny wanted to say something poetic and tell her how beautiful she was, but nothing came out but a long-drawn-out grown as his body prepared to spend its seed. The release numbed his mind as his hips bucked and his midriff and back muscles rippled uncontrollably.

Joyce felt him cum and laid down on him and kissed him, “Yes, honey, that’s what I wanted.”

They kissed and caressed each other as they rested.

Once the euphoria abated, Kenny asked, “Was this still revenge sex?”

Joyce snuggled up to Kenny and put her head on his shoulder, “Yes, I think it was. I am still angry with Ray, but not like last week. Last week, I would have had sex with any decent guy that showed the least bit of interest. But tonight, I’m here with you because I wanted to be with you and only you.”

Kenny felt an overwhelming joy at hearing her words. He wanted to be Miss Turner’s lover for as long as she needed to get over Ray Price. He knew her position as his teacher, the age difference, and his future plans were insurmountable barriers to this being anything but a brief torrid affair. He knew Joyce saw their relationship that way, too. But until then, he would be hers and hers alone.

When Kenny regained an erection, Joyce again told him what she wanted. “I’m ready, Kenny. I want you on top this time.”

After being with Kenny at the hayfield for the second time, Joyce was looking forward to next Friday night. All week, she thought about him and how they had such incredible sex under the stars. Joyce even masturbated one night thinking about her planned rendezvous with the boy that so pleased her — something she hadn’t done in a long time.

Joyce was dancing with Kenny on the crowded dance floor when a couple of the less accomplished dancers bumped into Joyce and then Kenny. Joyce felt herself being pressed up against Kenny’s body. Kenny held her tighter as if in a lover’s embrace. She kissed him quickly, then thought better of what she had just done. She pushed Kenny away, turned, and walked away hoping no one saw that inappropriate display of affection.

Kenny walked in the opposite direction.

Keeping with Joyce’s warning that Kenny shouldn’t monopolize her on the dance floor, Kenny’s friend Andy Williams asked Joyce to dance a slow dance. Halfway through the dance, he held Joyce closer than she thought appropriate for a student to hold a teacher. Joyce reminded him she was not his date, “Andy, I would feel more comfortable if you didn’t hold me so close.”

“Why not? You looked like you were getting pretty chummy with Kenny when you danced with him.”