Gwen looked away and to me and said, “I just can’t believe anyone would do something so intimate in such a public place.”
I smiled and said, “Oh that is nothing. In here everything goes. See over there, the woman in the gold cocktail dress. That is Megan, she is a friend of mine. Look closer, can you see the shoes from under the table?”
Gwen did and it took her a while to process what was clearly occurring. “Is she?”
Emma answered for me as she said, “She is being serviced, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is. And you see that younger girl who just returned to the table?”
“Yes,” Emma said.
“This is her first time here.”
“How do you know,” Emma inquired.
“Look at her. She is constantly looking around, but not making eye contact. She keeps fidgeting with her hands. Her face clearly displays bot
