After she was happy with my efforts she swatted me on the assand sent me into the pool house. I nervously got in the pool and began to swim. After a while I was awareof two guys watching me through the windows as they stood around smokingand drinking cups of tea. I was aware of the leering as I flashed them asmile to which they started nudging each other and laughing.The swimming continued as part of my rehabilitation although Catherinegradually changed the signals I was giving to the workers. It changedfrom smiles, to little limp-wrested waves, to blowing them kisses.Catherine told me that when I was blowing them a kiss I had to leanforward Marilyn Monroe style so that they could see down my tinyswimsuits._____________________________One day Catherine woke me up and announced that I would be having theday off from my exercise routine. My initial joy quickly gave way toparanoia as I wondered what Catherine was up to. After having a longbath I returned to the bedroom. Catherine told. The sun shone on the fields and on the grass as Kirsten jumped and swung and swirled in the mass of all the other revellers at the festival. Around her the sounds of trance and house bounced and beat and thumped and pumped, as she and the others jumped and boogied and grooved and moved. Behind her and on both sides was a sea of dancers, absorbed like herself into the music, letting it take them where it wanted, interpreted by many different wavy hand motions and frantic feet. Ahead of her and hidden by the heads of other dancers and behind his decks was the DJ, Kirsten didn't know who. Not a superstar DJ, but a name DJ nonetheless, caning the old familiar tunes. The swirling sunshine sounds of 'Beachball', an oldie but a goldie, followed (and how did that happen?) by the hard thump of 'Doom's Night'.Thumping. Pumping. Kicking. Banging.Kirsten was well tooled up. E'd and spiked and sinking into narcotic euphoria. Already her long hair was damp with sweat and it splashed against her.
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