Darcy had taught dozens, even hundreds, of women to dance in her four years as a belly dance instructor, but she'd never attempted a class just for girls. When she'd come up with the idea, she'd thought of it as a good way to make children part of her life, but now she wondered if she was really ready for this.

"My aunt Candace took a pole dancing class last summer. Is this anything like that?"

"We saw belly dancers at the Renaissance Festival. My dad stuck a dollar in one of the dancer's bras and my mom got mad."

"I want to dance like Shakira. How long will it take you to teach me to do that?"

"Girls, girls!" Darcy held up her hands. "I'll answer your questions as we go along, but right now let's get started. First, let's line up in rows. Everybody stand where you can see yourself in the mirror."

She moved one of the taller girls, Debby, into the back row, and called forward the smallest of her new students, a delicate child with large brown eyes and a mass of dark brown hair. "Sweetie, you come up here on the front row. What's your name, again?"

"Taylor," the girl said eagerly. She grinned up