**********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>Chris took notice of his wife and this stranger she had engaged with, and was pleasantly surprised at how quickly she began to dance with him.  She no longer tugged at her dress to keep it in place, apparently to engrossed in her conversation it looked like, or the alcohol at made her forget how revealing her dress was.  His hear fluttered as he watched the stranger begin to grind on her, and his wife's face held a steady smile.  She didn't seem at all nervous or reserved form his vantage point.  He couldn't quite see everything, but he got the gist of what was going on.  He could only wonder what the conversation was like at this point.<br/><br/>He quickly gulped down his drink and made a beeline for the bar, impatiently waiting for another Long Island Ice Tea, he kept looking over his shoulder hoping not to miss any of the action.  He tipped the bartender, grabbed his drink and this time made a wide circle around the crowded dance floor, using his height to stand about 20 feet away, but this time behind the stranger and his wife, hoping for a better vantage point than before.<br/><br/>*******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************