BECAUSE OF THE EFFECTS of the beer she had consumed, Tasha's behavior took an unusual turn. She danced on the dance floor of a bar like a bird that had just been freed from a cage. She moved to the rhythm of a rock song, both hands raised in the air.
"Miss, don't you really want company? It's more fun with someone." A persistent man approached her.
"I want to be alone. Just me, myself, and I," she said, turning away from him and dancing again. She didn't care about her surroundings. She just wanted to enjoy herself, letting the music swings take away her life's problems.
A man, who seemed to have had a few drinks, approached her again and said, "You're too uptight."
"What is it?!" she hissed when she felt the persistent man sticking to her back. She moved away.
"Come on, Miss. I know
