The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 03

"You looked for a moment lost in another world there. Might I join you here? I really didn't want to sit alone up here."

I took her in. She was probably my age or close, toned and athletic like Marylyn, fashionably dressed but not in a sexy way. She looked like she had come for dinner and had strolled in by mistake, perhaps out of place.

"Of course, where are my manners? Please, join me. My name is David."

"Thank you, David. Mine is Janet. You seemed lost in thought while watching the partiers down below. Is one of them yours?"

Well, she was perceptive.

"I suppose one of them is, perhaps another one as well. The blue dress number at the bar."

I nodded in that direction and watched as a man caressed the thigh and wondered why Sarah had not stepped in.

"Ah, she is quite the magnet and the bees have found the honey. Mine is on the floor with the yellow dress. He likes to dance and me, well, I like the conversation. Besides, I can't compete with her assets when he can't understand a word I say. Have you ever been in that situation?"

"Ms. Janet, lately, more often than not. Take my blue dress over there at the bar for example. I could talk all night and she would still sit there and draw those bees. Now, I am guessing that the fellow with his hands almost to her bum thinks he is going to get lucky tonight. Do you think he is going to get lucky, Janet?'

She looked at me inquisitively and shook her head.

"I've seen her there for the past hour now and I'm guessing she is a very pretty ornament but a couple men have come and gone and she is still perched there like a display. So, no, David, I think your little bird isn't going to make the wolf's night, at least not this night. Of course, you are sitting right here and I'm guessing she knows that, right?"

"Oh yes, she knows I'm here. I danced with her before she went to the bar."

"I did the same before my husband took up with Tweety down there." She nodded again at the flash of yellow.

It was swirling to the swing right next to the flash of blue. They could have been dancing together but they were not. Sarah was with another man, one I had not seen before. 'Tweety's' partner was the older man Sarah had been dancing with earlier.

"Your husband was dancing with the woman in blue earlier."

"Oh yes. They know each other. She is the daughter of one of my husband's business partners, Sarah Morgan. Now if he thought he was going to tap THAT, he wouldn't be dancing with Tweety. I believe I saw you dancing with her earlier as well. If I'm not mistaken, she and your bird over there are wearing nearly identical dresses."

"Why they certainly are. Imagine that!" I toyed with her.

"And they came in together too."

"Janet, I must admit, my wife is a recent acquaintance of Ms. Sarah's and I am in the employ of her father, Mr. Harry Stanhope. The truth of the matter is, I am their designated driver this evening and overseer of their good fortunes, whatever that might be."

Janet just sipped her drink and smiled.

"In that case, I won't hit you up for a ride home when my husband ditches me for 5 and a half feet of fresh assets."

"Would he do that?"

"Oh, not really. He would probably bring her along and I would drive."

I think I arched my brow at that and Janet just gave me a quizzical look as we continued our banter and conversation. She was very pleasant, someone I actually enjoyed conversing with and we talked about her husband, about Mr. Stanhope, even Sarah to some degree. Janet and her husband apparently had a "modern" marriage, her term, although she admitted she was not an often participant in such things. I only touched around the edges of my circumstances with my 'bird' at the bar but she seemed to sense our new found alternative state of affairs. Under different circumstances I would have enjoyed conversing with her for a full evening however my interruption and charge had arrived.

"Why David, Dear, you look wonderful. You have met our old friend, Janet? Janet, it's always nice to see you again and tell Donald if his hands go any further south next time, I'll kick his ass and Elizabeth will NOT bring him his chocolate cake for his next birthday party!"

Her laughter was back and she slid in next to me, cuddling closely. The apparent implications would be hard to dismiss unless Sarah was this friendly to all the men, which I knew she wasn't. Although this was the first time I had been with her out in public like this. Janet just had that knowing smile on her face.

"Sarah, if he touches your ass, just break his fingers. He knows better. Now, I was telling David here that he might have to fetch me home if Donald runs off with that Tweety bird."

"Oh don't worry about that. You can come home with us and let Tweety ... Ha! That is funny, it must be that bright yellow dress, right? Tweety can drive him home. Besides, we are getting ready to head out of here. I've got plenty of room and Daddy's out of town until Monday. David and his wife Marylyn are staying as guests at the house this weekend anyway, so it's all on the way home regardless. Of course, if you rather, we can go by your place too. OK, David?"

I just went with the flow not knowing how this was all going to turn out. Apparently Joy was hooking up with some fellow who fancied her and would be taking care of her for the rest of the evening. While she was certainly attractive, I had enough women on my hands as it were without a third or given Sarah's invitation, a forth. We retrieved Marylyn at the bar to the consternation of a couple of fellows. She adjusted her dress to more securely hide her nipples and took Sarah's arm when we left.

Janet took my arm and the valet retrieved our car. Janet settled on having us drive her to her home and before she left us, she insisted on one of my business cards and wrote her contacts on another.

"Call me for dinner some evening soon, David." Her fingers traced mine as she handed it back and she said her pleasant goodbyes to Sarah and Marylyn.

End of Part III