i pushed a plate of miniature blinis and caviar in the direction of her bump ." your dress is just as bad . beside , your husband approves ."
\"my husband wouldn't wouldn't recognize taste if it sat in his lap ."
she flicked a glance in his direction , and it was not an affectionate one ." look , you fool , this evening depends on the wives , not the husbands . you're thinking like a singleton . the wives will have taken stock of the dress .it outlines your nipples and reveals hat you are wearing stockings ." she lifted a finger and waggled it at her temple ." they will be thinking , this woman is not safe with husbands .in the car on the way back home , the assaults will bein . remember , husbands listen their wives , even if they hate them ."
"i wouldn't touch any of them with a barge pole ."
"try telling the wives that ."
every so ofen , i glanced at nathan from my eng of the table . these days , canclelight suite him . it lent his eyes a sparle and disguised his pallor . i liked that .and myself in the candlelight ? a woman in a green dress ( hastily loosened over the bust ) , a trifle anxious but masking it competently . granted there was a string of fatigue strung behind the back of my eyes and , every so often , an unseen hand tugged at it . i raised my wine glass and willed nathan to look up at me across the silver and crytal . i wanted him to register pleasure in the sense and to know that he was pleased with my creation .
gissela gard sat on his right . married to roger , chairman vistemax , her little black dress , chanel corsage , and hefty sprinkling of grade E diamonds advertised his status . roger was sixty-five to gisela's forty- three and gossip reported that it was his money that lured her into his den .
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