
It took a while to get a bar tender's attention, and a few more minutes as he mixed Mistress's vodka and soda and drew a beer for me. But as I turned back to the table, I found Mistress engaged in conversation with a tall, hulking cowboy type, all boots and hat.
I hesitated, taking the two of them in: she in her black dress, extending only to mid thigh, long dark hair, and her own more polished black cowboy boots. He was clearly enjoying her company, eyeing her appreciatively. She was smiling, laughing at something he had said.
It was a mutual flirt.
Mistress noticed as I approached the table..... and did the introductions.
"Mick, this is Johnny. He's new to town....Johnny, my husband Mick....."
We exchanged nods, and a tepid handshake. Who was this guy?
I put our drinks down on the table.
"Johnny....why not join us. She pointed to the third stool."
He did not hesitate, taking a seat next to Molly.
"Mick..... don't be rude.....why not go get Johnny a drink?"
I almost said "Yes Mistress", but caught myself.
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