Tiny Dancer
by John O'Connor
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Tiny Dancer © 1971 Dick James Music Limited
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Tiny Dancer
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my
hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my
hand
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Somewhere on I-25 southbound just outside of Denver...
**That was 'Tiny Dancer' by Elton John who just
finished a sold-out show at the Civic Center this
evening.  That record still sounds good, doesn't it?**
the car radio said.  **Next up, an oldie by Elvis
Costello and the Attractions.  After this...**
"Elvis Costello is an oldie?  Jeez, we're getting
old."  The driver shook her head and turned the radio
off as an ad for toilet bowl cleanser came on.
"Oh, that was such a...  What a show!  Thank you, Sam!
  I loved it!" Janet said enthusiastically, ignoring
her lover's complaint.
"Hey, it was my pleasure."
"No, I know you don't like his music.  It means a lot
that you took the trouble to buy the tickets and take
me.  You could've given them to Cassandra and I,"
Janet replied.
Sam looked over at her woman and smiled, "No.  I
couldn't.  And I don't hate the guy.  Just some of the
crap he made after I got to high school.  His early
stuff, up until '80 or so, was pretty good.
"Except 'Crocodile Rock.'  I hate that song!" Sam
added.
"Why?"
"In eighth grade we had to sing it for some parents'
night.  We practiced that song over and over.  And we
couldn't even say anything about Susie's tight dress.
The line was changed to 'Susie wore her dresses right'
or something like that.  Couldn't have the parents
think their pubescent children even thought about
things like the opposite sex."
"Or the same sex?" Janet said with an evil grin.
"Hey!  I was into guys then.  It's all your fault I'm
into women," Sam responded, with a wicked smirk.
"Well, one woman."
"Better be just one..."
They both laughed.  The laugh of young lovers.
"You know," Sam said after a few more miles, "Mark has
a huge record collection.  All sorts of stuff form the
'70s and '80s.  Lots of collector albums too.  But the
one I remember best is a copy of 'Goodbye Yellow Brick
Road' in yellow vinyl.  Always wanted to steal that
when I was a kid."
"My brother had a Pink Floyd album in pink vinyl.
Never really liked them when I was a kid but that
album would have to be worth a lot," Janet replied.
"Not if it's like the one Mark has.  It's a bootleg
from some concert and the sound is crappy. But 'Yellow
Brick Road' is just about perfect.  Gotta be worth a
lot."
Sam sat quietly for a few moments than said, "I'm glad
you had a good time."
"Oh, I did!  It was one of the best concerts ever!"
Janet took Sam's hand and squeezed it, "Still, the
tickets must've cost a fortune.  And to track them
down..."
"You're worth it.  And, to be honest, Siler told me
about an on-line broker in Vancouver that had 'em."
Sam, squeezing the doctor's hand in return, asked,
"What was your favorite song?"
"Oh, I don't know.  I like all his stuff.  I guess
'Benny and the Jets' or 'Don't Let The Sun Go Down On
Me' or...any of it.  You?"
"When I was a kid, I loved 'Rocket Man.'  It was
already an oldie by then but I still loved hearing it.
  But..."
Janet looked over at Sam and saw her eyes tearing up,
"What is it, Honey?"
"Wh-when he sang 'Daniel'...  I almost bawled my eyes
out."
Janet smiled gently at her and nodded, "I know.  I did
too."
They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes as
the miles passed.  Sam smiled when she heard Janet
humming the song they had recently heard on the radio.
"I heard you singing along with him." Sam chuckled.
"Oh, I didn't think anyone could hear me," Janet
looked slightly chagrined.
"I'll always hear you" Sam said gently.
Janet couldn't resist some teasing, "Sounds like
you're stalking me..."
Sam turned red and stammered, "No...no.  I would
never...  No, Janet..."
"I know, love," Janet said.
"Oh you!  I owe you..." Sam exaggeratedly shook her
fist.
"Good.  I aim to collect," Janet promised.
"Think Cass is home yet?" Sam asked, quickly changing
the subject.
Looking at the dashboard clock, Janet said, "She'd
better be."
"Why?  Tomorrow's Saturday."
"Oh.  I forgot."
"Yeah, well you've been locked up in the Mountain for
  too long," Sam chided her.
"Look who's talking," Janet responded.
The next few miles passed again in companionable
silence.  As Sam turned into their subdivision, she
again said, "I'm glad you had a good time."
Janet smiled as they pulled into the driveway
alongside her car, "Oh, I did.  Thank you again."
"Someone is still up," Sam said, looking up at the
house.
Entering the house, they saw that, while she was still
out, Cassie had left practically every light on. Janet
started fuming about how she'd be more careful
if she had to pay the electric bill until Sam cut in,
"Go upstairs and relax.  I'll take care of this."
When Sam went up herself a few minutes later, the only
light on downstairs was in the foyer.  She noted that
Janet had taken care of any lights upstairs.  The only
light she saw was coming from their bedroom.
Hearing water running in the bathroom, Sam got
undressed and pulled on a large man's shirt to sleep
in, then went out to the main bathroom off the
hallway.
Not surprising, it was a mess.  She was going to have
to have a word with Cassie herself in the morning.
Sam got under the covers just as Janet came out.  She
was wearing a black lacy camisole that reached just
below her crotch.  Sam gasped.  Janet was beautiful.
Janet stopped when she saw Sam staring at her.
"Wha...?"
Sam shook her head and said, “My God, you’re a
beautiful woman!”
"This is your 'thank you', Sam." Janet danced lightly
over towards the bed.
Janet pulled the sheets down and unbuttoned the bottom
buttons of Sam's shirt then straddled her bare
stomach.  Sam could feel Janet's wetness already.
Leaning down, Janet brushed Sam's lips.  "You never
told me what your favorite song is," she breathed into
Sam's ear.  Her hands were massaging Sam's breasts
through her shirt.
"'T-tiny Dancer,'" Sam muttered.  "Re-reminds me of
you."
Janet stopped and cocked her head, "Me?"
"Yeah."  Sam knew by now that when Janet had that
expression on her face with her head cocked, the woman
would wait for an answer.  'So, I better make this
fast,' Sam thought.
"I'm not a dancer," Janet offered.
"When we were at the cabin last year, just before
we...made love the first time, we were all down on the
beach by the lake.  You were wearing a bikini and
dancing.  That was when I knew I loved you."
"Lust anyway," Janet laughed.
"Well..." Sam's eyes twinkled and she looked pointedly
at the hands on her chest.  Seeing that Janet was
ignoring the hint, she went on, "And you stitch us up
when we come back injured."
"Okay.  What about marrying a music man?"
"Jeez, Janet!  Every lyric?  I need...want..."  Janet
squeezed and Sam sighed, "Alright.  Let's see...  Oh
yeah!  I was in the chorus for 'The Music Man' in high
school."
Janet looked down at Sam with love in her eyes.  "My
music man..."  She leaned down and kissed her love.
After the deep kiss, Sam breathlessly watched as Janet
knelt between her legs and leaned down, taking a deep
breath.  "Oh, you smell so...wonderfully aroused,"
Janet breathed against Sam's wetness.
As Janet began to suckle and lick her lover, Sam
sighed and, in a soft voice, said, "Softly.  Slowly."
Janet happily complied.
* * * * * *
"You're welcome," Sam managed to say as Janet spooned
up behind her.
"Anytime, my love," Janet whispered into Sam's ear.
As sleep claimed them, Sam muttered, "Hold me closer,
Tiny Dancer."
"My pleasure, my Music Man."
 (c) John O'Conner
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