Of course she is!

"Of course I am!" she shouted. Everyone laughed. "Okay, Nate. You're teaching me about Ladies Night. I'm up here on the bar. I took off my shoes."

Wayne looked down at her bare feet. She was standing right in front of him. He reached out a hand to touch her ankle. Nate scolded him. "Hey, you can't do that."

Abbie joined in mock scolding. "Yeah, you can't do that. You can't touch a girl ... without asking first."

Wayne looked up at her. "I apologize, miss. May I please touch your feet?"

Abbie smiled. "Oh, I was just joking! Of course you can!"

Wayne smiled back. He put his hand back out to her, and lightly touched the top of her foot. He gently stroked his fingernail against her skin, tracing the tips of her toes, the back of her heel, and then up her calf, until it was too high to reach. He returned to her calf, the muscles of which were taut, firm, and smooth. He gripped a little tighter there, and his gentle stroking turned into firmer rubbing.

"Oh, that feels nice, Wayne. Making it hard to dance, but it feels nice!"

She took a few steps to the side, and found Brad looking up at her. "Damn, lady. You're hot. Nate, Ladies Night is back!"

Abbie laughed. "It's nice to be part of the revival!"

"You're reviving me, that's for sure." Brad was a little weird, but fun. "I'll just be blunt here, do you know I'm kinda trying to see up your skirt?"

Abbie smiled at him. "Yes, I know."

Brad blushed. "You do, huh? Well, I'm trying, but I'm not seeing much. You want to spread your legs a little bit to make it easier on me?"

"Glad to," said Abbie. She altered her movements a bit, making more space between her legs. Her denim skirt rode up a little bit as well, and she pulled on the edges of it, giving Brad even more of a show.

"Ooh, that's more like it!" He banged on the bar a little. "Damn!"

Abbie laughed. She glanced down at Clark, who sat next to Brad. "And what about you, what do you want for Christmas?" She giggled at her own silliness.