My husband and I were visiting my sister for one of her epic social gatherings, which she adores. My husband was sitting with a crowd, in the dining room, talking and enjoying himself at the head of the table. I was standing in the archway, between the dining room and the living room, staring at his handsome face.

I love to see him have a good time. He is a wonderful laugh-er, and laughing he was when a blond woman came out of the kitchen. She purposefully strode over to my husband, knelt down, placed both of her hands on his thigh and began to sing to him. She stared adoringly into his face, and I stared, disbelieving, at her.

After the shock wore off, my husband looked up at me with wide eyes. We exchanged astounded gazes as she poured out her serenade to him. I could see his discomfort while he measured his desire to be polite with his survival instincts.

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