That night there was dancing in Meg’s small salon for the eight of us there. We began with the insipid old fashioned waltzes, but later one of the men put on some American music, that Meg’s older brother Vincent had brought back from the States. It was positively lewd, the dancing steps Vincent showed us.
I watched laughing, while Phillipe showed us his expertise with all the modern moves. And while he performed, he didn’t take his gaze from me the whole time, his soulless shifting eyes had me hypnotized.
When he pulled me to the dance floor with the others, he pressed himself to me body to body, groin to groin. It was a scandalous dance, but no one seemed to care. There was lots of laughter in the room, and I imagine too much after dinner sherry. It was a fine oblivion that seemed to t
