I can remember someone describing this type of dance as ‘the vertical expression of a horizontal desire’. ‘I asked the band to play this especia...ly for you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘This is your night, and so that I can hold you close while we dance.’ ‘Won’t Mother be angry?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You know, because of that thing that you have going on between the two of you.’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ ‘You must be the only person that doesn’t. It’s common knowledge that you and Mother are having. I settled for the evening and was soon disturbed by the phone. Hi, could you pop round,The TV is on the blink. I could do without t his tonight. I arrived and she opened the door to me dressed ready for a night out. She had a figure hugging dress on fitting her petite size 10 body to perfection, dainty, strappy heeled shoes and her hair down. As she closed the door I just said wow! who's the lucky guy. Her reply left me numb. You of course! She had planned it. She moved towards me and gave me a. .” Luc said, lighting another cigarette. “An old friend of La Contessa’s ... a definite asset, important enough for Whyte to drag into the crossfire, loyal enough to stay in it with her, almost certainly trusted enough to know the truth of the rumors which you have most definitely said nothing about, and any conclusions I may have reached are entirely my own. More to think on.”“Take all the time you need, old friend. I have something to tell her now.”They ended the call.Troy Equals was at his. I stood, and followed him.He did not say anything as we walked, I felt the people stare, but I kept my eyes on the floor. I was thankful it was rather dark. As he sat back at our table, I started to mumble that I was sorry. This was not part of the plan that we had talked about, and I had acted on my own impulses not his direction. He nodded and I stopped talking. He pointed to the floor, where someone had put a blanket. I kneeled on it, beside of him. He gave me a shot of something. It.