Mapping dance

"That's good," replied Fred. "so..."

"But I lost it."

"That's bad."

"Fortunately I have a photographic memory."

"That's good. Err, what's a photograph?"

"Never mind that," Alma cut him off as she half closed her eyes. "I just... have to... visualize... Got it!"

"So where are we?"

"I have no idea."

"But you said..."

Alma explained impatiently, "I can see the map, but not where we are on it. I have to retrace my steps."

"But how can you do that if you don't know where we are!"

"Not backwards from here, forwards from the entrance. Which is... over here." She went over to a corner and continued: "And then I went... that way..."
She took a step forward, and soon she was hopping and skipping all over the place. She was so lithe and nimble it looked like she was dancing. Realizing this was the first time he had a nude woman dancing for him without paying for it, Fred settled down to enjoy the show.

1. Suddenly he recognizes her (and I don't mean her face, if you catch my drift). She really is an exotic dancer.
2. He gets so carried away that he succumbs to his usual response and starts throwing money at her feet.
3. He gets so distracted he forgets to get out of her way, and she bumps into him, losing both her footing and her place on the envisioned map.
4. She stops and says "Okay, I know where we are now."
5. She stops, points to a spot in front of her and whispers dramatically "Here Be Dragons!"
6. She stops abruptly and gasps "Oh no! Not THERE!!"

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