<span style="font-style: italic"> The husband invested back into the crowd by the bar, his eyes searched over the patron before finding his own wife sitting with another man that check her out. He didn't make a mad dash to her side rather he left the filthy slut talk to the guy. There was a rage boiling in his eyes as he blended into the crowd at the bar. She was going to get a taste of that rage soon enough.</span>(feel free at any point to use the husband for a idea if ya got one. I don't mind.)<br/><br/>Across the bar Helen remained at her seat, blinking at the man who seemed alot better then he appeared. Her head shook as she lowered clearly putting a boot to her own ass on this.<br/><br/>"Iam sorry I didn't mean to judge. Suppose its the normal sterotype that appraches me. I dud assume exactly that."<br/><br/>She was a woman but she knew when to admit that she was wrong and at this very moment she felt like a total bitch for assuming. At this point she assumed the only way to make it up to him was to drink the offered beer and supply conversation. So in that sense she picked up the beer and pressed it to her lips sucking from the rim before lowering it back to the table.<br/><br/>"Sounds like your pops was a wise man. What else did he tell you?"<br/><br/>She did her best to not let him get to her, openly starring at her, in some strange sense at the back of her mind it felt good to be looked at like that, her husband didn't do that unless she was naked. Her eyes settled on him as she leaned on her elbows with a smile.<br/><br/>"You are right though I was judging by your looks and size, your a very big man... but you already know that."<br/><br/>It seemed as though she was rambling to cover up her own mistake in assuming everything about him, there went boot number two to her ass. What was wrong with her? Her lios pressed together before taking another drink from her beer, she was wondering how much longer her husband would be.<br/><br/>"You come here often to find conversation with women or anyone?"