Always the same people congregating; rarely any women venturing in. So, when Mick looked up, he felt more than an element of surprise to see the reflection of a voluptuous redhead in a revealing figure hugging dress walk in.
Staying out of sight Mick watched silently as the woman went over to the bar. He recognized her immediately.
She tried to strike up a conversation, hoping for a drink, or maybe some action. But most were wary, having been trapped by before like a spider to the fly.
With no takers, she left them, to try her luck elsewhere.
One man nudged another. “I see Sandra's up to tricks again,” he said.
Mick also knew her guilty secret now, and although he still loved Sandra, felt a fool. He wondered if his wife had ever really loved him. Or had he only been caught in her web of passionate deceit.