My wife might just be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Long black hair, big blue eyes and a smile that can light up an entire room. I watch as she strides, hips swaying, across the crowded bar. Although she is wearing flat, practical pumps she struts like a runaway model in heels. She’s holding hands with a man, leading him through the crowd. At a guess I would say he was early to mid twenties with sandy hair; attractive enough to have been with his fair share of women. Still he looks like he can’t believe his luck to have attracted the attention of someone so knockout beautiful as Cynthia. I watch his hungry eyes watching her cheeks swing back and forth under skin tight jeans, and I know how badly he wants her.
They sit down in the booth tucked away to one corner. It’s across the room from me and directly in my eyeline. Cynthia slides in first, eagerly followed by the young man. He wastes no time wrapping his arm round her shoulder and whispers something in her ear. Resting her hand on his biceps Cynthia laughs, throwing her head back and exposing her long, slender neck. She looks so free and uninhibited. Over the pulsing music and the jumble chatter of the bar, I almost imagine that I can hear laugh making its way over to me.