Theroomwasdimlylit，buthiseyesroamedaroundthepce，thesparkleofthediamondsandpreciousgemsoringthediesaroundhim，flickeredandshonelikethestarstwinklinginthedarksky．Waitressesinminiskirts,exposingtheirlusciousfigures，madetheirwaytoandfroamoables,refreshmentsandtakingorders．Bar-tendersbusybehindtheirters,wereskillfullyoperatingtheirbodiesinprecisemovements．Aslightlyintoxicatedmiddie-agedman,airofupwardtiltingmustaches,abulkypouchofastomach,wasbusysocializing．Hisawkward,ientsashegotupfromhisseattogreetfriendsandacquaintances，shakehandsandchataffablybeforesittingdownagain，gaveoheimpressionofaja-the-box．AwaitresspassingbyDimitri’stableactallydroppedherorderpadathisfeetandhesmiledatherquandary,forhamperedbyhertight-fittingminiskirt，shecouldn’tbenddowntopickitup．However,shebentonekneeinagracefulcurtsey,keepingherbodyerect，pickedupherpadandsmiledtriumphantlyathimsaying，"Sorrytobotheryou，sir.”Dimitrireturnedhersmile．Megginncamebacktothetable,onlytobewhiskedawaytothedanceflainandagain;herbeautyandgoodnaturemadehertheidealpartnerfortheyouhere．
TimeflewbyasDimitrisurveyedhissurroundings．Thebandpyedoueranother．Ontherges，namesandnumbersfshed．"Mr．XXXdonatedXXX"，whileappreciativeappuseroseahenthebandabruptlygedtoahot，fasttuhedancersacceleratedtheirspeed,swingiicallytothemusic．Theirfrenziedforms，swingingtotherhythmofasilentchorus，dangiion，remindedDimitrioftheshadowysilhouetteshesawintheeroftheluxuriousofficebuildingthatafternoon．Foramomeheillusionthatthey，too，hadjoiheball．Butno．Thesewererealfleshandbloodhumans，thoughtheirdeliriouslygiddymovementsseemedtoindicateeageriionstoseparatetheirsouls,ifany,fromtheirbodiesthroughtheseintensevibrations．Answeringthecallofnature，Dimitristoodupaheballroom．Ohroughthespacious，emptyhallway，hewasjoinedbyanoldgentlemaninhissixties，boundforthesamedestination．Almostatthesametime，theyehemen’sroom，eachchoseaurinandstoodsidebyside．Withthesamemovement,theyunzipped,tookouttheirpenisesago．Dimitriquicklyputbackhispenisandzippeduphistrousers,buttheoldmanwasslowinurinating．Afteroversixtyyearsofuse,hismuscleswerefbbyandloosearoublepressingthesuperfluousliquidoutofhisbody．AsDimitriwasdryinghishands,theoldmaothebasin．Hesmiledandsaid，
"Hi!Howd’yado?I’mMikeKeilly.”
"Hi!Gdtomeetyou．Youmustbethegreatrealestatemag．I’mDimitri.”
"Gdtomeetyoutoo．What’syourlineofbusiness?"
"Idon’treallydomuch．Justloafaroundandpyalittlewithstocks.”
"YoumustbeoheWallStreetmoversandshakers.”
"Whyso?"
"BecauseonlymajortsofWorldBankalloverthenationwereionight.Someflewinespeciallyforit．IknewpresidentKaffeewasagreatoneforbusiness,butIneverdreamedhewasinforcharityaswell.”Hemovedovertoohehand-dryingmaesandtinued．"Iwonderwhyheisonight．It’simpolitenottoshowupathisownfund-raisingfun，especiallywhentheguestscameathispersonalrequest．Iwonderwhat’skeepinghim?"Dimitrikeptadiscreetsilencewhilesayingtohimself，
"Ofcoursehe’te．He’sbeenturostoneandnolongerotakealeek.”
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