Back From This Moment
Chapters (47)
  1. Cover
  2. From This Moment
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. A Promise Of Home
  46. Lani’s Books
  47. About the Author

Christ, it was his worst nightmare come to fruition. Humiliation, incompetence, and people to witness it.

“That’s it.” He felt hands settle on his hips from behind, and if he’d been tense before, that just increased. He was surrounded by elderly woman, all with their hands on him.

Dylan heard someone giggling, and found Piper doubled over on the stage laughing so hard she was crying. He shot her a foul look and redoubled his efforts to get it right so they’d leave him alone and he could slink into a corner somewhere.

“I had a feeling you’d be one of them.” Piper was now in control. She came to stand before him after two more slow and extremely humiliating songs.

“Them what?” he said, attempting to do something Violet, the woman to his left, had called a grapevine, and failing.

“All looks and no ability.”

“Get me horizontal,” he said, tripping over his foot, “and I’ll show you ability.”

Piper snorted.

“Glad someone’s enjoying my humiliation.”

“Haven’t had so much fun in months,” she said, totally unrepentant. “Okay, ladies, I got him, you go on and enjoy the last of the class,” Piper said.

“You got your hands full with that one, Pip. Has no rhythm at all. Sorry, sweetie,” Pearl said, patting his cheek.

Piper giggled, and Dylan had to admit it was a sweet sound, even if it was at his expense.

“Now this is an easy move, Dylan. Left foot forward, right to follow in a wide stance, then right foot back, and left foot. Hands on hips, eyes up.”

“How the hell do you expect me to keep my eyes up when I need to watch that woman’s feet? And there’s also the fact I don’t want to. Any chance I can just leave, and we forget this ever happened?”

“Left foot, right foot,” Piper said, ignoring him. “Stop whining and move. Good, now let’s work on the arms.”

“Do we gotta?” Dylan wined, refusing to admit that maybe... just maybe he might be enjoying it now, but only because she was right there for him to look at.

“Yes, we gotta. Now as you step out with the left, your arm goes out straight, same with the right, when you step back you lower them.”

“If you got in front of me I may be able to understand it better.”

“You want to look at my butt.”

“Really, Piper, get your mind out of the gutter. The thought had not entered my head. I merely wish to get the moves right.”

Piper snorted again.