“The Erringtons never did teach manners,” Mrs Quill muttered under her breath, and Myra turned to look at her.
Lica was back in her seat and everyone slowly turned to their food like that had not just happened.
These people were masters at minding their own business. No one had asked Lica to clarify what she meant, and now they were acting like nothing had happened.
Was this how they looked away from other things too? Other more ugly things.
Her eyes turned back to the two men before her, her mind returning to her immediate concern.
None of them were still looking at her.
She discreetly unzipped her right boot and slipped her leg out. She directed her foot to the exact spot she gauged the foot-caress came from, and pushed down.
Her foot touched the warm hard flesh, and even before
