That was true. She was a stacked, fit babe and her little black dress didn't hide much. The men in the club were itching for a shot at her. "I'm sorry, Mom," I sighed. "It's kind of confusing being your date."
"I know, honey," she cooed and quickly kissed me. "But try to relax and go with the flow, okay? I promise you'll enjoy yourself."
"I'll try."
"Good. And I promise not to flirt with any other men, alright? The first one was your fault, but I should've sent the second one away immediately. Forgive me?"
I nodded and smiled. "Forgiven."
To change the topic of conversation, Mom taught me another dance step to go along with the current song.
At 1am, Jessica and Brad found us. "I'm all danced out," Jessica announced.
"My feet are tired too," I admitted. It had been a long day. "Ready to leave, Amy?"
Mom pouted. "I could dance all night with my hubby."
"We'll come back another night," I promised.
Mom reluctantly left with us. The cool breeze blowing off the ocean was refreshing. "Jess, did you see what a good dancer Gary is?" Mom asked.
"I saw," Jess agreed. "It looked like you were giving him lessons."
"He's a beginner," Mom admitted, "but he's light on his feet and a quick learner."
"Brad has two left feet," Jess giggled, "but it's so much fun dancing with this big guy anyway. What he lacks in grace he makes up for in enthusiasm."
"Hey," Brad complained. "That's not true. I'm practically Fred Astaire."
The rest of us laughed. "I'm glad you think so, honey," Jessica kidded him.