Party for Laura Lee

It looks like everybody here knows everybody else. A real quiet, friendly neighborhood group. And I'm the new girl in town. I already notice that the men are turning to look at me a lot more often than they look at the other girls. After all, I tell myself, I am the newest girl the place has tonight. So live it up, kid. One fellow comes over and asks if I want to dance. I smile nicely and say thanks and we go to the dance floor. It's juke box music, and fast. I haven't danced fast in a long time, but I haven't forgotten how. I let the music slide through my body, let my every muscle respond to the beat. My hair is flying out, my mini skirt is sliding up above my pantie line, and I don't care. I let myself go loose. Every fibre of my body is trembling now. It there's one thing I know how to do, it's shimmy. My arms are held out on each side, my head is thrown back, my legs are slightly parted. And every inch of my body-every precious, lovely inch of my body, is shaking.