Miguel and Sarah and Open
Sarah was enjoying herself, dancing as much as her knee would allow, without it screaming at her. She had settled for something simple that went under a rather elaborate poncho. But the poncho was now discarded, tossed over a chair, exposing her simple gray tank top with white edging, and black denim shorts. Her jewelry was simple, the ring from their fake honeymoon, and some silver beaded chains.
She had just collapsed in her chair, a huge grin on her face. She couldn't wait to her knee was ready to be replaced. After rehab she could shake her booty until she dropped.