The one good thing he’d heard she was dating someone, and Michael still being a jerk let it slip to Joy about his affair with Amanda which hurt her and she fumed saying, "I can't believe he was having an affair on me with that bitch!" And he had to endure a tortuous scrutinizing visit from his in-laws. Her mother eyed him like he was a lab specimen and after a rough start he and her father had come to an understanding, as long as he loved Joy and would keep her in the standard of living she was accustomed too he was acceptable and he still had not taken her to meet his parents. But other than all that he was happy and wanted to take Joy dancing. “Real Two-stepping,” as she called it, “Not just around the house, but out in public,” she cried out alarmed when he told her. "Yes, real Two-stepping. You're not afraid of a little Two-Stepping are you?" And the challenge was on. Bobby and Sarah picked them up, Joy was wearing tight jeans that made Royce’s mouth water, he loved her in jeans and tonight they were all cowboyed and girled out. Joy was beautiful and looked like a cowgirl, her hair long and tousled wearing a white off the shoulder shirt that clung to her body, and was just sexy enough so when she raised her arms a little bit of her midriff showed and to complete her look she wore dark brown alligator boots with a matching belt and silver belt buckle, and to top it off she had a little small flat brown suede pouch like purse with an Indian style turquoise clasp. Royce watched as she put her driver’s license, credit card, a couple of twenties, and her lipstick inside, and that was all that could fit and snapped it shut and she put the strap over her head and it went across her chest, “What’s the money for?” “My momma taught me to always carry a little cash with me you never know what could happen,”
