Taboo Pleasures
But I guess I need to make an effort with this one, given that David's gone through the trouble to attend with me.
I dilly dally a bit, but then unfold my legs, slipping them back into the heels. I take a sip of my now lukewarm bubbly, then stand and make my way back out through the garden. I find David, and flash him a small smile at his enquiring look, but say nothing. He's chatting away to a mixed bunch of people, most of whom I don't recognize, but he makes room for me in the circle and introduces me as 'Emily', which I find interesting. David's describing his work, and I derive some amusement watching his audience lapping it up.