Lost in his own thoughts, Brian became aware that Kyle had for a while had his arm around his shoulders, and that he, Brian, had been nuzzling in to t...e warm jacket of his escort. The awareness crept over him not so much when Kyle started stroking his thigh, but when the older youth's hand reached high enough to run across the fancy pattern at the top of the stockings. Brian started for a second, but as he looked across to Kyle, the footballer just smiled and leaned across and kissed him on the. The bar had always had nice staff. As she handed me my glass, she smiled at me. She was cute, so I made my best to smile back. I took a deep look in her eyes as the first chords of Red House came from the speakers. I would have asked her for a dance and joined the people on the dance floor but she had a job waiting to be done and she smiled like this for every customer, I guessed. My eyes travelled over the crowd and estimated that there were 150 people and an average age of 35. So I was one of. It would almost bewise to stay that way."His thoughts roiling, he stepped down, one, and one andthen the next, the skirt was too tight and the heels toohigh, he fell.Bunny was there in an instant and lifted him, "It's okay,hon." He gave a smile of thanks.There was, he realized, almost no way to get standing. Theheels were too high, the corset to stiff and long. He'dlost that graceful moment long since, but he didn't want toappear the fool. Although he realized that he already did.A blurring. A strange man approached them. He was dressed in city clothes, neat but not overly stylish.“Miss Ellen Trilby, I presume.”Ellen was too shocked to deny it.“And who might you be, Sir?” Richard demanded, angry over the crude interference.“Major Dennis Fox, at your service! I have orders from this young lady’s fiancé to conduct her home.”He took Ellen’s arm and tried to pull her away.“Stand back, Sir! I cannot allow you to manhandle Miss Trilby!”Richard was surprised by the force with which he had.