Slick
Copyright© 2019 by KingBandor
Chapter 7
As the night got later, the music cranked up, and people started dancing. I kept a close watch on Jude all evening, never allowing her out of my sight. I am a skilled observer, so it is easy for me to monitor her without appearing to be stalking.
When she sat, it was always next to Slick. When she danced, he was always within easy reach, and they would invariably drift together for a few songs, then apart for a few. They never gave any outward indication that they were there to be with each other, but I could see it in the way they looked at each other, the way she touched his arms.
Jude continued to drink, and I could also see the effects it was having on her. Her reactions were slowed. She seemed to sway a bit on her feet even when there was no music. I knew her limits with booze, and she was well past them.
Just then, the music changed as the DJ announced it was a “lover’s block” of slow songs for romance.” Marcel pulled Jude into his arms, pressing up against her. She quickly glanced around the room, not seeing me, and interlocked her fingers behind Slick’s neck. That did it.
I stormed out of my hiding spot and made a beeline for the couple. I put a firm hand on Slick’s shoulder and patted it. “Cutting in,” I declared. It was not a question or a request. They both turned to look at me. Slick grinned and said, “After this set of songs is over.”
He turned back to my wife, his face inches from hers. He had his hands on Jude’s hips, holding her crotch to his. I gripped the middle finger of his right hand and pulled it back. The hand came with it. Slick seemed to wince.
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