Dave and I were looking for something different to do for the evening. It was a very nice summer evening, so we had dinner and drinks outdoors at one of our local small city establishments. There was a very good band playing great Irish tunes there. While we ate and talked, we decided to go to Providence to walk around afterwards.
Later while walking, a place caught my eye that seemed plentiful with men and women. It looked like the perfect place to mingle, dance and wind down an evening. I grabbed his hand and we entered inside.
It was a very comfortable atmosphere, with the sound of light jazz filling the room. My husband proceeded to get us a couple of jack and coke's. I started feeling a little frisky after our first few dances. The mix of drinks and finally being able to let my hair down, gave me a second wind. I noticed my risky dancing and husbands roaming hands, had attracted attention by several people. We didn't care, because I know he loves knowing other men are watching me.
My husband then disappeared for 5 minutes, or better. As I danced and drink alone, I was enjoying being stared at by all the young men. I saw Dave at one point, talking to three young good-looking, well-built black guys at the bar. When he came back, I asked him, "Where did you run off to?"
He replied, "I went to the bathroom and was checking the place out."
Another half hour or so passed. We had another drink and another dance. Then my husband took my hand and said, "come with me". He took me down some dark stairs and into a small room with two doors.