Chapter Eleven
The Shed
All locked up and nowhere to go
In the past belly dancing had given me the strength to leave my old life and my ex. There is nothing more empowering than performing in front of a rugby team’s night out or a hen do with people half your age cheering you on, buying you drinks and asking you back. Being wanted after a performance is so empowering, especially when you are using a body too old for procreating.
But even more empowering than that is surviving the gig that failed, leaving a silent room feeling strong, with an ‘I did it anyway’ exit. Belly dance has always given me results worth dancing for and has always stood me in good stead.
So that night after the Gala day and a few of Rodger’s nettle drams, I, inspired by Hattie from Greenock, made a plan of seduc
