As she faced the audience, the cheering fell to dead silence as the music began. The way she smiled knowingly, the glint of mischievousness in her heather grey eyes... the rest of the world fell away and I knew I was captivated by her. There was a riding crop in her hands, the other end slowly trailing up the curve of her calves and thigh. My eyes were affixed to it as it trailed up, over the knee, and up the inside of her thigh until her jacket got in the way...