Summary
My name is Tara. I am 18 years of age and I love to dance. I dance when I am hurt, angry, and want to be outside of this world. I won't lie. I enjoy a joint or two and then beer when I am out dancing or at my dad's clubhouse. Dad is the president of the Wild Rider MC. I have four older brothers. I am the only girl. I don't like to come out of my room when they have parties. I can't wait for my small house to be finished. Then I can stay back there and away from all of them. I got off my bike and walked to the gym was. On one side is my dance studio. I didn't see the biker watching me. Nor did I noticed half the men on the other side were watching me dance. When the music stopped and turned it off turning around, I noticed all the men. "Dam woman. You are good at dancing. One day some lucky man will get to dance with you.""That is not likely. I am 18 and never dated. Not once. I didn't even get asked to my high school prom. So, I doubt that I will ever dance like that with a partner." If I had met her as a teenager, I would have asked her for a date. I would also dance with her. I had to attend dance from the age of 10 until I graduated from high school. We would make good partners in more than one way.
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