Will, we have to call Jack. 

“He’s here again,” Bev says when she walked into the dressing room.

Will smiled, “Again? Usually they go away after I ignore them.”

She laughed, “You mean after you milk ‘em for all they’re worth.”

Will took off his costume with a sigh thinking about seeing his newest persistent admirer again.

There had been quite a few men and women who thought his dancing beautiful and expected that Will could be wooed with fancy gifts into their beds.

Not a single one had been able to and if Will had anything to say there never would be. He had no desire to be bought, though it was fun to watch them try.