The Little Red Dress
Sarah loved to dance. But me, I danced like a scarecrow on acid and so as usual I sat and quietly sipped my drink as I watched her enjoy herself.The club was filling up fast and the raised area I sat in was the only part of the place that wasn't crammed full of sweating, gyrating bodies. It was a pretty sleazy place, but she had insisted on coming here and said it would be ok - she'd been here before plenty of times in the past.I watched my wife, imagining for a moment that I wasn't her...