Chapter 9

The autumn sun was low in the sky, and Dave knew that he had been right to bring a coat for Rosie after her dancing lesson. As he entered the school, he saw for the first time the lists of pupils and teachers, and was able to see when Nat was teaching. Rosie had told him that she had a different teacher after the end of year show, and all through the summer, Dave had been wondering whether Nat would even be teaching here at all this school year.

He saw that she was teaching most evenings, but not Fridays, like she had done last year, so there was little chance of them bumping into each other, as they had done many times over the last three months.

Their paths had crossed at predictable places - parks, restaurants, shops, and it felt comfortable for them both just to wave politely - not even go over and speak.

It really seemed that each of them in their own way had moved on - Nat had seen Dave walking with Jen, Dave had seen Nat with a guy who could well have been one of her colleagues from the restaurant. There was still a deep sadness inside Dave, though something that he couldn't explain or shift - every time he saw her it welled up, and for several days after he would try and scheme a way to get in touch with her.

Meanwhile Natasha slowly felt herself like a part of the Big Apple. She liked her new life and she fit in nicely! She was even on her friend’s wedding and she loved her two jobs. After a while on a hot summer day the time came when Darren asked a date from her and after a minute she said yes, thinking “Why not?” – she couldn’t mourn her and Dave’s nonexistent relationship. So sometimes she met Darren and they had good time together. He showed New York to her, taking her to those places she always wanted to go.

He was a fine company, although she felt, that she can’t go deep into their relationship. Darren was a nice guy, a great lover and it was good to have long conversations about different subjects. But that was all for Natasha. She couldn’t deny that her heart was elsewhere, although she tired to wipe out this feeling from her heart – in vain.

When she accidentally saw Dave walking with his wife, she felt as if a stone was put on her heart. Of course she acted naturally – waving towards them on the street, or exchanging a few sentences, but under the surface it hurt her to see him with another woman and imagining that he touches Jen instead of her… She even accepted Dave’s apologizing card with the red roses after that night in the club, but never searched another occasion to meet him.

So there Dave was, standing musing over Nat's name on the notice boards at the dance school, when his little dancer ran up to him and jumped up for a kiss.

"Hey Dad, Nat came to see us today, she was in this part of town and wanted to see how we were doing. She looked so pretty - her hair is different, and she had a boyfriend with her."

“Oh - er - really?" he tried to sound unbothered by this revelation but deep inside him, he felt that something had stirred - so to carry on the conversation as naturally as possible, he asked "What was her hair like? It was long and straight before, wasn't it?" knowing full well that Nat's hair had been long and wavy on the rare occasions when she let it down.

"No - Dad - der!!!" the girl rolled her eyes in desperation at her father "Nat's hair was about this long - yes - but it was never straight!" she touched the small of her back then raised her hand to just under her ear. "Now she's had it all chopped off - but I think it looks cool!"

Dave smiled at the obvious infatuation of the younger girl for the older one - perhaps a career as a dancing teacher was floating around in his little daughter's head right now? All he knew was that an image of Nat with her hair pinned up - or cut shorter - came before his eyes... she was sitting facing him, her neck and collarbone exposed so he just had to lean forward to cover her with kisses!

"…can we, Dad? Please?" a voice shocked him back to reality and he realised he didn't know what on earth he had been asked....

“Awww, Daddy!!” she raised her hands in disbelief as she saw it from her mother “Nowadays you act so strange again! You always daydream when I speak to you!” she pouted.

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey” he put a hand onto her blond head “But daddy has a lot to worry about lately. So sorry again, princess. Please tell me your question again, okay?”

“Okaaaay” she sighed “So… can we maybe go and see today Nat’s next lesson? She teaches older girls, I guess around 13, and they even jump and run and spin around for long minutes! Can I see them, please?!” she looked up at her father with begging eyes.

Dave pretended that he must think about it for a minute, but his thoughts started to run immediately. Now he’ll have a good excuse to see the little ballerina!

“Okay honey, if that’s your wish” he smiled at Rosie and laughed when she jumped into his neck.

“You’re the best daddy in the world!!! I love you!!”

“I love you too, honey! So… when’ll be that lesson exactly?”

“Actually it’s already on, so can we hurry?”

“Okay, okay. Just show me the way…” and Dave let Rosie grab his hand and followed her with a smile on his face.

So they went deeper into the building, and then up to the first floor where there was a bigger hall, mirrored on three sides, whereas the novices' room downstairs was only mirrored at the back. Dave's eyes were immediately drawn to Nat, who was helping a girl improve a position at the bar, but wasn't concentrating too hard, as the movement at the door caught her eye. She smiled and nodded at Dave, and gave a little wave to Rosie.

"Hello - come in and sit down if you like. Rosie told me she was hoping to come and watch today, but it depended on her Daddy's schedule."  Without waiting, Nat resumed her assistance by raising the girl's leg a little higher … "And keep it straight like this - that's so much better - look!" and both the girl and Nat smiled at the new line that the graceful white leg had adopted.

Dave sat next to Rosie on a low bench, and looked around. His eyes spotted Nat's bag, on the floor over by some wall cupboards, and he wondered where in that bag would be the details of this new interest. Rosie reached over to take one of his hands, and started to whisper "You know Dad, I'd really love to be a dancer and a teacher like Nat when I grow up - it must be such a great job ...."

Dave found his attention wandering yet again, but was powerless to resist as an image of Nat walking over to him came before his eyes. She was smiling shyly, undoing her soft sweater which was wrapped around her .... By the time she was within his reach, the long front panels of the sweater were hanging by her sides, and he could see she was naked under it….

His mouth went dry and his hands began to shake.... and then to make things worse, there she was right before him - talking to Rosie, it seemed. He snapped out of his reverie, swallowed idiotically, smiled like a village idiot, and tried to pick up the conversation. It was technical - Nat was explaining what was wrong with that girl's position and how easy it was to learn bad habits, like she had.

Rosie nodded like someone who knows exactly what Nat was talking about. But David… he could see just Nat’s curves and he felt himself like an idiot teenager boy with dry mouth. That spark lightened inside him, which he always felt near the woman, who was standing close to him. David tried really hard to behave and stop his daydreaming about naked ballet teachers, whom he was fucking in great rapture in front of the large mirrors! He closed his eyes and sighed a deep one.

“Something wrong?” he heard Nat’s kind voice and he realized that he was too loud.

“Nah, nothing, I’m just… well… thirsty…” he stuttered somehow and as he was thinking about it, yes he was thirsty, but not for water, but for this blond girl. He slowly started to go insane from not touching her. A few times he saw her in his dreams and they were sooo vivid, that sometimes he needed to help himself in the bathroom if the cold shower didn’t work – but it occurred once or twice that he fucked Jen roughly imagining that it was Natasha kneeling in front of him…

“Here, drink from my water!” she handed him a bottle of mineral water and like a crazy school boy he was happy to drink from her own water! This is crazy! I’m going insane, he thought and after drinking he gave it back to its owner.

“Thanks, Natasha! And actually I wanted to ask something from you, too.”

“What?” she sat down onto the floor crossing her legs after she checked the girls practicing the moves she taught them.

“Do you want to come with us onto the new ballet play?”

And once again Dave found it hard to go on ... his vision of her naked except for the open sweater, had returned.  Now he imagined what he would see, as she was sitting cross-legged in front of him. He kept his eyes on hers, but it was getting harder to hear what she was saying as in an instant, his vision went back to the mirror one - her cheek against the glass, his hands in her hair, his body crushing hers up against the mirrors as he.....

"Daddy - where shall we pick Nat up? Are you listening or not?" Rosie's petulant little voice broke through and saved him again. Her strident tone showed Dave that he really had to stop this - for now - and concentrate on getting out of here without trying to find an excuse to get Nat alone. He stood up and turned around - pretending to search for his cell phone in his pockets - anything to gain a few seconds to compose himself! He could call a taxi for Rosie, pretend he was going to meet some business people, and then come back here, and take her - she would be surprised, but he would leave her no choice. An animal like growl escaped from him - and he tried to pass it off as clearing his throat…

“Well, Nat, I guess that depends on you” he turned to her trying to look normal, but his plan started to work in his head.

“We can meet in front of the school. It’s midway of your and my home” she shrugged with a little smile “But now I must go back to the girls. The lesson will end soon and I want to teach them one more little trick how to make their moves more softly” and with this she jumped up and went back to her students.

Dave followed her with his eyes and started to get lost in the move of her perfect round bottom, but he stopped himself with force to let his plan build up inside.

“Rosie, I guess it’ll be time to go now. Let her finish her lesson, okay?” he stood up and held out a hand for hers.

“Okay daddy, and thank you for bringing me here!”

“That was nothing, sweetheart. Come now…” and they waved to Nat and walked out hand in hand. After they walked a corner he stopped and pulled out his cell from his pocket “Oh my God, honey, I forgot an important meeting with some business people! Would it be okay to call a cab for you? Can you go home with that, like last time? Are you brave enough to help daddy this way?”

“Of course, dad! But you know that you need to give me something for this…” she smiled mischievously.

“Okay, okay, I know, I’ll buy a big ice-cream for this!” he laughed and kissed her hair “I call you Fred, okay? I know you like his cab.”

“Yeah, he’s got such a funny ID card behind the seats!” she giggled and put her hand back into Dave’s, while he dialed the taxi driver’s phone number. He was a nice guy, and knew that he’ll bring Rosie back home immediately on the shortest route.

After a few minutes the fat man arrived and honked waving towards them. Dave hugged and kissed Rosie, told Fred what to do while paying him and said goodbye. Finally he was alone and went back to the school watching as the girls came out slowly from the building…

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