Corrine, impossibly sexy in a painted-on Jessica Rabbit dress.

Talia saw her first, and immediately left me to dance with the woman who'd introduced us. Corrine grabbed hold of Talia in a way that I wish I'd thought of, and the two started generated so much heat I feared that sprinklers would burst.

I took a long, low look at Corrine's bare back, how the ruby red fabric tapered right above her magnificent rear. The gown was slit all the way up to the hip, and each outstep revealed a flawlessly smooth and toned thigh. Talia went for an aggressive, swing dance spin that landed Corrine squarely in my arms. I'll never forget the way her ample breasts nearly bounced out of her low cut neckline as she hurtled toward me.

When my fingers made contact with her the smooth skin of her shapely back, slightly sweaty, I remembered our whole affair. How she'd seemed untouchable, unapproachable, but how my hapless courage had led to so much.

She pressed herself against me, and pursed her lips at my ear. "I'm glad that you asked me to be in your movie." Corrine wasn't some sort of sexual object, to be feared or controlled. She was a woman, my friend, someone who had taught me to be brave.

"I'm glad you said yes."

She gave me a meaningful look, smiled, and kissed me right on the lips. Then she grabbed my hand and led it up to her breast, inviting a squeeze.

In a daze, I asked, "What was that for?"

She replied, "For never taking the liberty yourself."