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Foxy Lady
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- Joined
- Jan 30, 2014
- Location
- United Kingdom
'You know what I'm thinking?'
Sandie was whispering in my ear. We were watching the bride intently as she smiled around the reception at her guests.
'Yeah, no doubt about it. I know that look.'
Yes, and Sandie did too. We had both known Dani for years.
'The glazed eyes,' Sandie began to tick off the signs.
'The slightly dishevelled hair,' I added.
'The flushed cheeks.' Sandie was right; all the signs were there.
'But who?'
'Not the groom,' Sandie was scanning the reception, 'he's been drinking with his groomsmen over there.'
I glanced around as if to confirm what she was saying, but in reality checking out where my husband was. He always had his eyes open for a quick one, but shagging the bride on her wedding day before the groom had a chance to get his leg over, well that wasn't his style. And I was right, there he was, trapped by the groom's mother, who was more than slightly the worse for drink.
'But who?' I wondered aloud.
'All the guys are accounted for,' Sandie looked puzzled.
As I turned back to her, I saw the culprit, peeking into the room before slipping casually into the throng when it looked like no one was paying him any attention.
It was Sandie's husband.
'They certainly are,' I confirmed.
Sandie was whispering in my ear. We were watching the bride intently as she smiled around the reception at her guests.
'Yeah, no doubt about it. I know that look.'
Yes, and Sandie did too. We had both known Dani for years.
'The glazed eyes,' Sandie began to tick off the signs.
'The slightly dishevelled hair,' I added.
'The flushed cheeks.' Sandie was right; all the signs were there.
'But who?'
'Not the groom,' Sandie was scanning the reception, 'he's been drinking with his groomsmen over there.'
I glanced around as if to confirm what she was saying, but in reality checking out where my husband was. He always had his eyes open for a quick one, but shagging the bride on her wedding day before the groom had a chance to get his leg over, well that wasn't his style. And I was right, there he was, trapped by the groom's mother, who was more than slightly the worse for drink.
'But who?' I wondered aloud.
'All the guys are accounted for,' Sandie looked puzzled.
As I turned back to her, I saw the culprit, peeking into the room before slipping casually into the throng when it looked like no one was paying him any attention.
It was Sandie's husband.
'They certainly are,' I confirmed.