Limousine: Around Atlanta
"Where has she gone?" David wondered to himself. His wife, Beth, left their table shortly after they arrived at Opera and had not returned. She had been gone nearly an hour now. Luckily, he had not been bored. There were plenty of people to watch. Nevertheless, David had become concerned about his wife's welfare. He held his glass at a slant and studied the rest of his Glenlivet, which he drank neat. Downing the rest of it, he placed his glass in the center of the cocktail napkin with the intent of looking for Beth.
"David, I want you to meet someone." It was Beth's voice. David looked up to see Beth standing beside an attractive blond--haired woman. She was a few inches shorter than his statuesque wife and lean. Her breasts were small, what David called "teacup" size, but they matched her body well.
"This is Karen. I met her in the ladies room. We've been having a very interesting conversation at the bar." Beth continued her introduction.
David was intrigued. He stood and said, "I'm glad to meet you, Karen. Won't you join us?" David pulled back the chair beside him for his wife and she sat. He then pulled back another chair beside Beth for their new acquaintance.
"Would you like a drink? I was just about to order another scotch." David asked Karen politely. He saw no reason to tell his wife he was just about to look for her.
"Thank you. I've been drinking Salty Dogs." Karen replied.
"How about you, baby? Would you like to have something to drink?" David asked his wife with a smile.
"I'll have a frozen strawberry daiquiri," Beth returned her husband's smile. David wondered what his wife was up to. He signaled the waitress, and soon everyone had their selected libation in hand.
"Whatever have you two been discussing for the past hour?" David began in an effort to satisfy his curiosity.
"Nothing but girl talk, baby!" Beth interjected.
Resigned to the conclusion he was not going to find out anything until his wife was ready, David nursed his drink and made small talk his wife and their new acquaintance. When they finished their drinks, David asked, "Would either of you like another drink? I'm afraid I have reached my limit of two this evening, so I won't be joining you for another round."
"Its loud in here," Beth raised her voice above the music, "and the smoke is beginning to get to me. Why don't we go someplace we can talk? Is the limo outside?"
"It certainly is. Where do you want to go?" David asked.
"No place in particular. I just want a quite place to talk and to get some fresh air. Is that okay?" Beth offered.
"Of course, sexy!" David smiled. He stood, reached into his pocket for his money clip, and left an appropriate tip for the waitress. Motioning with his hand toward the door, David said with mock chivalry, "After you, ladies."
Beth, Karen and David left the club. In the parking lot, David signaled the limo driver. He parked the car in the valet area and opened the passenger door for the two ladies. David thought he saw the driver flash a too familiar smile at Beth. As he entered the limousine behind the ladies, he instructed the driver to drive around Atlanta for a while.
"Very well, sir," the driver responded formally and closed the door behind David.
The long car left the parking lot without any destination. The ladies sat beside each other on the seat facing the front of the car. David sat on the seat opposite the ladies. After several minutes of listening to small talk and laughter between his wife and their new friend, David's could not contain his curiosity.
