A couple of weeks ago I was part of an event at a local bookstore, where four authors who write mysteries got together for a short panel discussion. After introductions and brief biographies were shared, we fielded questions from the thirty or so people in the audience.
Afterwards there was time to talk privately. I was approached by a lady named Sue. Turns out that she has extensive experience working with cadaver dogs. That got my attention in a hurry. We made arrangements to meet so I could learn more about the training and her background.
Last week we met at a Tim Horton’s donut shop. For almost two hours, Sue explained about her education and training in veterinary medicine and her work with law enforcement agencies in the US and Canada. She even shared some videos of training with dogs, teaching them how to search and how to signal when they made a discovery.
Parts of our conversation may have been uncomfortable for the old fellow who took the booth behind me, especially when we discussed flies and maggots and mummification of bodies.
But this was priceless information. As a writer, I’m always alert to learning more about someone’s background, especially when it’s out of the ordinary. So that chance encounter at a bookstore has led to a new resource. This has happened before, when I needed to know more about firearms or technology.
Writing about chance encounters reminded me of Holly, a young lady I met years ago who was an aerobics instructor. During a conversation she also mentioned teaching a pole dancing class as a form of exercise. After Holly described it, I knew that would become a part of Jamie Richmond’s “Vanishing Act”.
In this scene, Jamie and her best friend, Linda go to the home of Madeline, their aerobics instructor for a semi-private lesson in pole dancing.
“Okay, ladies,” Madeline said as she entered the basement, “let’s all relax. We’re going to have a few laughs and learn some things. I guarantee you will feel like you’ve had a good workout when you’re done, along with a good time. Help yourself to a drink and find a seat.”
Once we all settled into a chair, she began the lesson.
“No matter how old you are or how flexible you are everyone can do these moves. It just takes some practice. It’s a lot like being a kid, playing on the jungle gym or the swing set.”
Linda gave me a look. “I recall you always falling off the swing set.”
“Hush. That was years ago. I’m much better at it now.”
Madeline picked up on our exchange. “Falling is part of learning. You’ll notice that in the beginning we’re going to take it slow and I’ll be right next to you. And remember that falling is inevitable. What’s important to remember is that when you do land on the floor, you get up sexy.”
Bernadette, one of the older women from our class, roared with laughter. “Get up sexy? At my age, I’m lucky to get up at all.”
Madeline beamed a smile. “Trust me. By the time we’re done tonight, even if you trip over your own feet, whoever you’re dancing for will not notice that you fell. They will be too focused on the way you get back up. And it will be sexy.”
With that, Madeline turned on the stereo and flipped on a song with a slow, sultry beat. She began to move around the pole, explaining how she placed her hands and where. All the laughing and comments faded away quickly as we watched her move. She was graceful, using the pole as a dance partner, swaying against it. When Madeline lifted both feet off the floor and wrapped her legs around the pole, every one of us was watching intently.
After showing us some basic moves, we each got a turn on the pole. At one point, it looked like a chorus line as Madeline had us line up before the mirror and practice some of the steps. Linda’s face was flushed and she couldn’t stop laughing.
“You know this really is a good workout.”
I agreed. “I thought we were in pretty good shape, but we’re using muscles I didn’t even know I had.”
Madeline encouraged us to change into our shorts and heels. There was a great deal of laughter now as we each learned new dance steps, some of which involved the pole, others a chair. As each of us took our turn with the pole, we did, in fact, end up on the floor and find a way to ‘get up sexy’.
When it was Linda’s turn with the pole, she yanked the clips from her hair and shook out her curls. Then as she did each move, she would toss her head. When she was on the floor, she tipped her head forward and her eyes were hidden by that luxurious wave of hair. Slowly, she wiggled forward and got back to her feet. Everyone was cheering and applauding. I could only imagine a guy’s reaction to that pose. I hoped Vince was taking his vitamins.
Inspired by her efforts, I tried my best to master the dance steps. I thought I did fairly well, but my version of the ‘get up sexy’ move definitely left something to be desired. A few of the women cheered. A few more were laughing. And Linda did her best to be supportive. She gave me a hug after my routine and spun me around.
“You did it, Jamie. I can’t believe it, but you did it.”
“What did you think of my moves?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “When you use those on Malone, maybe you should make sure the lights are off.”
Lots of blues on the airwaves this week, including an old favorite from Stevie Ray Vaughan.