There she was again.  I'd just come down from our suite and had ordered a drink. 
Connie wasn't quite ready yet and had told me she'd meet me in the bar.  And I
saw this woman, there at the bar.

I'd seen her before when Connie and I were checking in.  We'd just flown in-- our
honeymoon--and I noticed this woman across the lobby watching us.  She was
staring a bit and I wondered if it were someone we knew.  I didn't recognizer her
at all.  Connie didn't notice her which was good because it might have spooked
her.

Now the woman was there in the bar, sitting at the other end.  I glanced her way
again.  She was looking at me!  I tried not to look her way, but it was so
strange and I wanted so much to know what this was about.  When I looked back,
she winked at me!  My heart was in my throat.  *I* was spooked.  Before I took my
eyes off her she gave me a little, calculating smile.

Any other time--well, back when I was single--these things never happened to me. 
Then I'd have been calculating how to play my cards right.  She certainly was
attractive--slender, long brown hair, deep tan.  But the way she was acting--she
*must* have seen me come in with Connie!  What was she up to?

"Hi."  She'd walked up while I wasn't looking!

"Hi," I answered.  I didn't know what to do with *this*.  Connie would be down
any minute.

"Do you come here often?"  She was feeding *me* lines.  I glanced at her face
again.  She looked so calm.

"First time."

She leaned to my ear: "Come up to my room," she whispered.  This was *too* much. 
It had to be a dream!  A *nightmare* at that.  The bluntest comeon I'd ever heard
of and Connie coming down at any time!

"Too late," I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage.

"It's *never* too late," she said, with her enigmatic smile.  Suddenly I had a
*very* uneasy feeling!  I glanced the other way and there was Connie standing
right at my other shoulder!

She looked angry.  Very angry, and I was stunned, wondering what to do next. She
spoke through her teeth in a low voice to me: "Get rid of her!"  She darted away.
 I ran along behind her and caught her arm.

"Honey!  She..."

She turned on me.  Then continuing in her low but hard voice:  "Just get rid of
her!  I'm going to the women's room and she'd better be gone when I'm out!"

Then she was gone.

I looked back at the bar.  There was the woman.  She was looking at me and she
smiled when I looked at her.  She raised her drink in a little mock toast.  I
walked back.

"Listen," I started.

"She go to the women's room?  I'll catch her," and she was gone!  Off towards the
restrooms.  I couldn't believe the disaster--Connie was going to *explode*!  What
a way to start a honeymoon.  I sat there wondering what I'd done wrong.  Why was
this happening to me?

I waited on pins and needles.  What would go on in there?  What could I do? If
Connie came out mad and went back upstairs, I'd have to follow her, immediately. 
What was taking them so long?

I saw Connie.  She walked over to me.  She didn't look so mad.  I waited for her,
there at the bar.  As she approached, I saw the other woman come out and lean
against the wall.  She *smiled* at me, again!

"Honey, let's go," I began.  We'd been planning to walk the strip and find an
interesting looking joint.  She pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"Go with her," she whispered.

"What!?"  I was sure I'd heard her wrong.

"Go with her," she repeated, softly but out loud rather than whispering in my
ear.

"Honey!  What are you saying?"

"Go upstairs with her!  *Please*!"

"Honey, let's get going."  I made ready to go and took her arm.

"No, *please* honey, you've *got* to do this for me.  Please?"  She looked
desperate!  "Just this once--*please* don't ask questions, OK?  Please, just go
with her?  Please?  Please, for me?"