come after I had. They were seated on stools almost next to, but slightly behind, my chair. I was quickly at a height disadvantage, but at a clear height advantage to admire her legs—tanned, no stockings, and poking modestly from a bright yellow sundress. A summer sandal dangled from the crossed leg. She spied my evaluation and smiled with beautiful teeth framed by a soft, pink shade of glossed lips. Caught, I smiled back. But I noticed that he was smiling too. Strange. Certainly unusual. "My apologies," I offered moving my attention to each of their faces. "I didn’t mean to stare." "No offense taken," she responded. "I always appreciate attention from a handsome man when my husband is present." Her flirting continued, "I was actually appreciating my view of you. I’ve told my husband how handsome I