I couldn’t take money to help a guest.”“The money was for your lovely dancing. We don’t see enough of it in New York. Use it for the oireachta....”Smiling widely, she took the money, curtsied again and headed to another table.“That was nice of you, Grandma. What’s an oireachtas?”“A regional dance competition. It’s a big deal for Irish step dancing. I’ll take you to the one in Philadelphia when you come home.”“Oh ... yeah, okay. Or maybe we could watch a video or something.”The townspeople were. I loved that time. Freedom. Independence. Radicalism. Free expression. Explorations of life, love, sexuality.No bras.I loved that time.A contented purr comes unbidden from her as I play with her turgid nipple. She is a rail-thin waif with long brown hair, straight as a ruler, down to the middle of her back. I could smell her shampoo. She is dressed in bell-bottoms and a tie-dyed t-shirt, one bare foot rubbing up and down my shin, the other pressed tightly against my foot. Slim-hipped, her. More

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