‘Come on. Let’s dance!’
Jeff grabbed her outstretched hand, and they sped over to the dance floor on a cushion of ecstasy. Again the waters parted for the celebrity and her dashing partner, who marvelled at how surreal it was to be dancing with Lynn Dyson in the midst of Melbourne’s glitterati.
‘You wouldn’t believe what’s just happened to me,’ he whispered in her ear as their heads met. ‘Tell ya later. I need to let off some steam. Just follow me.’
The expert dancer whisked his lady through a string of jive and rock’n’roll moves and swung her in circles until nearly all the other dancers had stopped to watch. The two were as one, moving freely and enjoying being immersed in sensuous physical activity. Lynn surrendered to his lead, responding to each flick of the wrist and nudge of the thigh transmitted from leader to partner, almost devoid of the need for verbal instructions. There seemed to be no end to this man’s creativity as they covered the whole dance floor, and the couple hardly noticed the band had segued into “Rock Around The Clock”.
‘When does it end?’ Lynn remarked to her handsome stranger, out of breath.
Everyone was clapping from the sidelines when the second song came to a close, and the dancers joined in to thank their audience. They were both panting really hard but had been delivered a huge endorphin high, hugging each other and bowing comically to the appreciative crowd.
‘You’re not only a great lover and a great songwriter,’ the spellbound teenager gushed as they wove their way to a table at the side of the room. ‘How did you learn to dance like that?’
Jeff squeezed her hand and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, only to be interrupted by a couple of Robert’s young cousins, who rushed up to the dancers, squealing in delight. The sixteen-year-old role model was gracious with the girls, giving them an autograph each, and they went away completely elated.
‘Let’s go outside,’ her boyfriend suggested. ‘I need to have you to myself for a few minutes.’
The pair left the table and made for the nearest door. The night air was cool but refreshing after their exertion, and there were quite a few people gathered outside, smoking. The addict sucked in some second-hand smoke and ushered Lynn through to a quieter spot near the house.
‘I’m so impressed by how well you can dance,’ the beaming celebrity told him. ‘I thought you were good the last time, but that was just brilliant! Where did you learn to dance like that?’
The tall, striking enigma chuckled, leaning against the wall and inviting her to cuddle into his body. ‘That’s what comes from being mates with a boy with two sisters. Gerry and the girls were given ballroom dancing lessons, and I was drafted in to make up the numbers. I didn’t mind though. It was good fun, once we all got over ourselves.’
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