We all know a Loretta.................Don't we?

The Blonde At The Bar

Every few minutes the blonde at the bar scanned her surroundings for attention. Each time she was convinced another pair of love-struck eyes had turned in her direction, locking in on her gorgeous locks. Maybe, the naughty and more lecherous eyes amongst them, were concentrating on her luscious curves. Either was good.

One pair of eyes in particular was admiring everything about Loretta. This pair of eyes was also keeping a wary eye on all his wife's other admirers. Harry and Loretta had been married for an age now. Harry the almost faithful husband and Loretta the almost never faithful wife.

Loretta swung her head about again, but this time it came to a stop, and stopped. She watched the man approach, and then, as he did so, turned smiling to her husband and announced "Harry, this is my boss." Loretta's boss greeted her happily with a slight but nevertheless noticeable nervous laugh. Loretta's boss looked down at his feet, at Loretta's legs, quickly back up to Loretta's face, across to Harry's stone face, speedily returned to Loretta's face and her smiling red lips. Loretta could not speak for smiling.

Harry finally recognised the awkward silence and put his other, jealous, thoughts out of his head. Harry extended his hand and introduced himself, "Hello, er……Mr boss. I'm Harry…...Loretta's husband."
"Donald," Donald informed him, "Nice to meet you Harry," he added.

Loretta continued to smile at Donald, even using her teeth Harry noticed, and strangely her tongue. Harry thought Loretta looked a little out of breath, as her breasts heaved and her breathing became heavy.

Donald continued, "Well Leta, is this your local pub?" adding with a smile "I bet everybody knows you here." Donald's smile seemed unnecessary to Harry. Also, unnecessarily long, as another awkward silence loomed. Harry deftly combatted the lack of conversation, (although a glut of smiling and staring), with "I think the cat's got Lorries tongue, she's not used to having both bosses at the same time."

Harry was not articulate. He knew the words had not come out exactly as he had meant them earlier that evening. Even so, he had not expected Donald to look quite so embarrassed or for Loretta to burst into a gasping, almost choking laughter. Thinking about it hours later though, he now understood both the look and the laugh. He also resigned himself to accepting the fact that John had become Donald, just as Stephen had become John, and god knows who had become Stephen beforehand.
 
Harry leaned over and kissed Loretta, whispering "Goodnight babe," but Loretta was already sleeping and dreaming and smiling.