I hadn’t been clubbing for years and my heels were really making my feet ache.
I was chastising myself for choosing them, but I do like the glances I get when I wear them, so I thought why not. The same reasoning had gone into my choice of outfit. I had chosen a plain little black dress, again not the most sensible for a night out in October. But I may as well get some reward from all the time spent at the Health club.
We had been at the club for about an hour and a half, four of us from the office. I had thought it would be fun.
My thirty-something feet were clearly not as comfortable at this as my twenty-something friends. I was leaning on the handrail of the dimly lit balcony overlooking the crowded dance floor. I could see my friends enjoying the company of some guys that had hit o
