There are girls waiting at the dance

Eliza looked hot in a little sundress that gave him a generous view of side-boob and rode up enough to show her little lace thong. She had to know the kind of effect she was having on him and a part of him shouted 'yolo' and urged him to give her a feel.

He fought the urge. First, Mrs. Hartman might have dressed sexy for her husband rather than for Matt. Second, some women were teases. They wanted attention but that didn't mean they actually wanted just anyone to handle the merchandise. But most importantly, he didn't think Amy and Karen would appreciate it if he started manhandling Amy's mother and Karen's boss... especially if it delayed their getting to the dance.

Still, a little flirting seemed in order. If Mrs. Hartman really was coming onto him, he could change his strategy later.

"You look very nice this evening," he said.

"For an old lady you mean? Well, I guess it's nice that someone notices."

It sounded like there might not be complete bliss on the home front. Which sucked for Amy but wasn't exactly a big surprise. His dad was a jerk and was cheating on his mom and his dad wasn't even rich. For rich men like Amy's dad, younger women would be itching to replace Mrs. Hartman and while she was hot, she was in her late thirties. Which was getting to the point where their even older husbands would be thinking about more nubile types as a way to stay young themselves.

"It's really nice of you to take us to the dance," he continued. "I'll bet you went to a lot of dances when you were in High School."

Eliza smiled. "Well, I definitely went to some."

"What if nobody dances with me?" Amy whined from the back seat. "You're pretty so lots of guys would have danced with you but I've got this kicked-in face."

"Don't worry, honey. I'm sure some guys will dance with you."

She pulled into the High School parking lot but grasped Matt's arm when he went to open the car door, holding him until Amy and Karen were out of the car. Then she reached into the console and took out a twenty dollar bill. "Dance with Amy, Matt. She needs the esteem boost."