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Chapter 40

THE STEAKS sat on the counter ready for grilling as plump potatoes split in half, emptied out and mixed with butter, crisp bacon bits, chives, sour cream, and topped with cheddar cheese bubbled away in the oven. Emmit Cooper sat with legs splayed wide apart watching Carolyn move around her kitchen.
This was their third date and his eyes were on her perfectly round ass. He was definitely going to hit it from the back, he thought. He closed his eyes and thought about what he was going to do later tonight. He was going to lie atop her and press his hard body against the pillow softness of her flesh.
“Dance with me,” came a voice from somewhere outside his head.
“What?” He asked opening his eyes.
“Come on, get up and dance with me,” asked Carolyn who was standing in front of him with her arms stretched out. And just as he opened his mouth to ask, “Dance to what,” the soft melodic strings of Ray Charles’ ‘Georgia on My Mind’ drifted through the apartment like a beckoning spirit.
“Baby, I don’t dance.”
“Why not?” she asked, teasingly.
“Dancing is the Devil’s way of getting a man all worked up and it opens the door to sinning.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to sin with me? OK,” she said spinning around and walking towards the kitchen.
“I never said that, he yelled getting to his feet and following her.
“I just have to watch what I do, he said, putting his arms around her ample waist.
“In that case, she said, freeing herself from his grasp, “I wouldn’t want you to do anything sinful.”
“What a grown man and woman, who are in love with each other, do is not sinful. It’s what God intended.”
It’s a funny kind of religion you have. It’s OK for you to have sex with me but not dance with me. I think you need to get some clarification on the rules, before we get any deeper into this thing.”
“In that case, put that record back on cause we go dance tonight.”

“Georgia,” By Ray Charle