Dance, Papi?

He was silent for so long I wondered if he was about to give up and walk away. Finally he said, “You are good. But you--you--baile clásico.” He looked so frustrated. “You are ballet dancer. You must understand Paso Doble is dance of the Matador. Is Bullfight set to music. You—you do this--” and he fluttered his hands and stood on tip toe. He made me laugh because he looked so ridiculous. “Is pretty—is graceful. But Paso Doble is about you lifting the sword to kill bull.” He took my hand and kissed it gently. “Such a tiny hand cannot hold a sword and pierce the back of the bull. You cannot pierce the heart of a lover.”
This is how her step-father began, but she would not take no for an answer--on any level. She intended to win the dance competition, and perhaps--win the special love of her step-father in the process. (An scorching hot adults only story of characters who are over 18 and consenting adults who prove the Paso Doble is really about sex while dancing. This is everything you can imagine that I would describe, but Apple and Amazon won't let me share. It's just too racy.)
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He looked so sad. “It is not just the dance. It is about---” and he seemed at a loss for the words. “--attitude. It is about dancing with such strength you frighten the bulls—you frighten the judges.” Then without warning he pulled me into his arms, stretching one arm straight to the side and put his other hand on the small of my back and pulled me against him, tight as spandex. “No!” he said. “You pull away. For this dance, you must bring to it passion. You must move like the cape of the matador. You must know my moves and move with me. This is no ballet, where I would lift you in the air like bird. Ballet is of the air. Paso Doble is of the Earth. You must pull Power from Earth.” He jerked me so hard and fast I slammed into his body.

For a moment, it felt as if electricity ran through me, and I understood why my mother married him after they had known each other for less than a month. He was so masculine. They had met at a Salsa dance and clicked immediately. When she came home that night, she was so excited and told me all about him. Then he was suddenly my step-father, and insisted I call him Papi. He loved her so much. Two years later, the cancer took her. He sat in the front row when I graduated from high school. And now I was 18 and old enough to enter the Dance Competition.