The disc playing ended one song and was moving to the next and with that momentary pause Tiff moved her head from his chest and when she looked up at him he smiled slightly and then looked over her shoulder, not wanting to stare at her just yet. The next song began, a carbon copy of the first, and Tiff again moved her head to his shoulder. Slowly he moved her around the floor and with each passing minute his hands were moving in bigger and bigger areas of her lower back and even below her waistline. His actions were pulling her tighter and tighter against him. For her part...