Blood on the Dance Floor

But when Ray asked her to dance… it was the last number… she found her own condition was not much better and was grateful to lean against her husband's tall form and let him pilot her over the dance floor. Suddenly she heard a well-remembered husky voice and found that Ray was disentangling her arms from his neck. John Blodgett had cut in on them! All the liquor she had consumed was racing through her blood, and Sally could not for the life of her remember… ah, yes, he wanted to ask her something. She let herself be pressed against his bulky frame, her stomach rubbing his, breasts mashed against his hard rib cage. His fingers played at the slit in the back of her dress where it was open nearly to the waist. He did not seem so repulsive now, he was quiet and not saying those awful things which had upset her before. His big hands were almost gentle… she must keep her wits, this was very important … very important to Ray. Darling Ray was so happy tonight, she must help him get the store so that they could go on living here and he would always be happy just as he was now! "Sally," Blodgett's voice was calm, insistent, "I'll be at your place Monday ...»