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beginning and hummed all the sequences of the piece.  The few times that she dared to look at him, she could see that he was as engaged in her dancing as she was.  The humming seemed second nature to him.  He watched her with open-eyed eagerness, until she was sweating and breathing hard.  Finally, he stopped humming and held out his arms for her to sit back in his lap.
                  She sank down as his arms enveloped her, gratefully, taking a sip from the bottle of water that he offered.
                  “Wow.  I haven’t danced like that in forever.”  She breathed.
                  “It was beautiful.  I haven’t seen dancing like that in…years.”  Uri murmured.  He was looking at her with new eyes, an appreciative gleam visible, and he seemed excited.
                  “Apparently, I need to start doing it more.  That short little dance really took it out of me.”  Heather was breathing hard, as much from the exertions of the dance, as from the warmth in the stranger's arms.
                  Uri looked at his watch and grinned.  “You were dancing for half an hour---without shoes.  I’d say that’s pretty impressive.”
                  She sank her head back against his firm chest, listening to his heart beat in time with her heavy breathing.
                  “Have you ever thought about going back to it, seriously?”  He asked her after a while.
                  She shook her head.  “No.  I’m too old, now.  I’m twenty-six, and I haven’t trained seriously since I was eighteen.  I wouldn’t be able to get into any good troupes or conservatories.  I wouldn’t be able to afford it.”
                  “There’s got to be something else you could do.”
                  She turned to look at him.  “Why?”
                  He looked at her earnestly.  “You can’t expect to do this much longer.  What about your soul?”
                  Heather bristled at the judgment coming from yet another complete stranger, who assumed he knew more about her than she did.  “What about it?  Are you here to tell me that I’m going to Hell for propagating the sins of the flesh?”  It was an argument she had heard many times, and sadly, she hadn't seen it coming from this guy.  Granted, he didn't seem to be into this scene…but he didn't seem like a Bible-thumper, either.  Anger flared in her cheeks, while indignation snuffed the heat Uri kindled in her belly.
                  He shrugged.  “Well, not in those words, no.  But there’s got to be something else you’re destined to do.”
                  She pulled the money out of her g-string and handed it back to him.  “Thank you for your interest, but I think we’re done here.”
                  “Keep it.”  He said, looking at Heather and not the money.  There was something in his eyes still, some kindness that Heather appreciated but didn't feel the need to explore.
                  Stuffing the money back into her g-string, she grabbed her shoes and walked out the doorway only to be immediately assaulted by the odor of burnt matches.
     
    Chapter 4
     
                  Caught up in her fury at Uri in room two, she barely registered the smell before she ran straight into a rock hard chest.  Massive hands came up to her upper arms to hold her steady, preventing her from falling backwards.  Heather looked up into the cold black eyes of the Mediterranean client who had showered her earlier with twenty dollar bills.
                  She managed a smile.  “Hello there, Mister tall, dark, and handsome.”
                  He grinned at her, but his eyes remained cold, sending a chill down her spine.  “Fancy a room?”  He steered her back into room two, which she had just