I could tell Mistress was intrigued. The guy at the bar, dark cowboy hat. Worn jeans. Scuffed boots. Flashy beltbuckle with just a tad of tarnish.
Not the all hat and no cattle sort.
He was eyeing Mistress as we sat at a table a little closer to the stage. And it was apparent Mistress was eyeing him back. Trying to be subtle about it, but not doing all that well.
"I think someone likes you, Mistress.....", I commented with a bit of a laugh.
"Oh slave.....there you go again. Imagining me with some big brawny guy like him, she whispered under her breath.
Just then the waitress approached our table - Vodka and soda for Mistress in hand.
"We didn't order another round", Mistress says to her.
"On the guy at the bar over there", she gestured with her head.
The cowboy.
Mistress blushed. Then looked over at the bar. He was lifting his glass to her with an inviting smile . She responded in kind, the blush deepening.
"You could go over and thank him, Mistress....."
"Really..... that would be kind of slutty, wouldn't it?"
About then the band kicked into a familiar waltz. The Cowboy climbed off his stool.....
"Would the lady like to dance?", he asked. Looking into her eyes. Ignoring her husband sitting next to her.
She looked at me, confused, for some assurance.....
I just gave her a little nod of consent, absolution for what might come to pass....
"Why not", she said, looking to him, raising her hand which he took possessively.
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