Terry slowly trailed his hand up the length of my thigh. He stopped at the meatiest point, just beneath my hip and squeezed. I wanted to bolt from the table. I wanted to elbow him in the ribs or kick at his shins. All I could actually do was sit very still and try not to draw attention from the cameras or the guests, while simultaneously trying to only get Julian to notice. However, every time Julian glanced at me, his attention was immediately claimed again by Joyce sitting beside me. It was strange to hear him talk so much, especially when the topics seemed to be entirely superfluous. “Did you watch that television show the other night?” Joyce asked. “I don’t watch a lot of TV,” Julian replied. “It was such a good episode.” Julian nodded, and glanced back at me. I widened my eyes