In the smoky depths of the Tango club. She stood at the bar drink in hand, “smoking” not only a cigarette but her whole presence. Her dress red, figure hugging and slit to her thigh, black heels

The music powerful, jagged, staccato

Gathering my strength to talk, he came, claimed her, whisked her to the floor

The rampant passion began as legs and feet moved swiftly between parted legs, his hands devouring her form. Breathless she was twirled, conformed to his desire, forever to be his.

That was the night, I lost my wife