Two athletes had moved to town and were taking part in college classes. I watched them on television. There were prayer meetings they went to.
The day after I found out they were in town, I walked outside my apartment door and there was crayon graffiti all over the door frame and door to my apartment. It was too dark in the hallway to see what was written, but I was disturbed. Later, I somehow figured out that it had to do with these two athletes.
I came across them both and tried to question them, but they were evasive. Finally one started to engage with me and eventually an attraction sparked and we were dancing. It felt foolish, dancing in the street among strangers, and he was dipping me and also using some kind of makeshift lasso to playfully wrap around my legs. But I was also very attracted to him and it was beginning to feel sexual, so I participated anyway...
