Trying to acquaint myself with the Nubile Amazon
When I was a student in Tucson, AZ, I took up ballroom dancing instruction with a gifted young dancer who took pity on my penniless condition and offered me lower rates. In a few months, she and her partner decamped to Phoenix, where the Serious Money in Arizona is located, so I'd drive up when I could, and fell in with strange crowd, including a famous hotel heiress (an older version of Paris Hilton) and a motley collection of rich people.

Among this crowd was a couple who, when the wife got enthusiastic about ballroom dancing, actually had a dedicated dancing studio built onto their plush, rambling ranch-style house. Money was not a serious problem for these folks.

They had an eighteen-year-old daughter, an earnest and nubile bronzed Amazon of a beauty. She was taking dancing lessons too, but she lacked enthusiasm for the project. Dancing was her mom's thing. Instead, she wanted to go overseas and help poor people in Africa. Wanting to foster as much conversation as feasible, I'd talk to her about Africa. Her mother thought this was silly. "Remember, dear," she'd admonish her daughter, "there are lots of spiders in Africa." Indeed, there are! So, when her mom left, we talked a lot about the spiders of Africa.

I found it difficult to know how to act around these people. I didn't understand them very well. One time, I playfully struck my dance instructor on her shoulder. Everyone was mortified. "Don't ever do that, even playfully," they warned. "The dogs will interpret that as a hostile move, and attack!" Indeed, the four German Shepherds looked like the frightening best of Nazi genetic engineering. I like dogs, but I couldn't read these dogs any better than the people.

One blazing hot afternoon, I took a break and went out into the back yard where the enormous swimming pool was located. Slowly, I realized one of the German Shepherds was in the yard too, on the other side of the pool. I was apprehensive. Did the dog understand me to be a friend, or an enemy? I couldn't tell from the dog's grim demeanor. Soon, the dog was chasing me around the pool. I ran around the pool in rising panic. For a time, I could keep the pool between me and the dog, but I couldn't make a break for an exit without risking capture. Were we playing, or was I running for my life? I couldn't tell. The dog eventually caught up (and fortunately had interpreted all this as play).

Damn, I miss those people. I wonder what they are doing now?
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 21 Mar 2014, 19:06, 5 replies)

What?
No. Shut up. I don't care.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 21 Mar 2014, 19:17, closed)

I was holding out for some sex lies at least

( rofl harris, Fri 21 Mar 2014, 19:22, closed)

You don't half use a lot of words to say nothing.

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Fri 21 Mar 2014, 19:40, closed)

An Amazon?
Had she cut her right boob off then?
(Bob the Builder killed Captain Alex, Sat 22 Mar 2014, 0:43, closed)

so at least that explains your username
i suppose the upper classes have a slightly different definition for 'play'?
(Eukanuba, Sat 22 Mar 2014, 10:00, closed)