Penelope glanced around, wondering where her husband of almost 20 years was. She couldn't suppress a small sigh when she saw that he was talking to a very pretty, young woman at the bar. Long flowing hair, pouty lips, and legs up to her neck. She shook her head. She wasn't worried, she knew that Derek wasn't going anywhere, but she occasionally had to suppress a small surge of envy when she saw beautiful young women talking to her husband.
She'd never been a beauty queen, but she when they'd gotten together, she'd had smooth, unlined skin and a great rack. She grinned at the memory of the look on Derek's face the first time that he saw her in a corset. His eyes had bugged out and he'd stumbled over his words for a moment. Now, she had crinkles around her eyes and the girls weren't as perky as they used to be.
Derek still looked amazing, of course. He was almost sixty, but could easily have passed for forty, even with the salt and pepper in his goatee. He still worked out almost every day. Although his eight pack had faded to a six pack, she could still bounce a quarter off of his ass and get five cents change.
She glanced up at the sound of throaty female laughter from the bar. The woman, the _young_ woman, now had her hand on Derek's arm. Luckily, Derek happened to put his drink down, and the hand fell away. Penelope watched as he picked up the drink with his other hand and began tapping his fingers against it in time with the music. The woman leaned forward and gestured towards the dance floor. Derek shook his head and smiled apologetically. The woman leaned forward, into Derek's personal space, and—
"Hey, mom!" their sixteen year old daughter exclaimed as she slid into the seat next to Penelope. "Sorry I was gone so long, the line at the bathroom was ridic!" She grinned at her mother, but it faded when she saw the look on her mother's face.
"Oh, I hadn't noticed," Penelope murmured, still watching Derek out of the corner of her eye.
"What's wrong?" Jenny demanded.
"Nothing, sweetie." Penelope gave her a weak smile.
Jenny frowned and followed her mother's line of sight to see the girl at the bar. "Jeez!" she exclaimed. "What is with these bimbos? Can't they see that dad is married! And even if they don't care, can't they see that he's not interested!"
"Well, honey," Penelope said wryly, "your father does enjoy the attention."
"Okay, so dad's an attention whore," Jenny agreed, "but they could be a little more subtle." She narrowed her eyes when she saw the woman stroke her dad's chest. "That's it!" she exclaimed. "That bimbo has gone too far!"
And before Penelope could say anything, she was out of her chair and making a beeline for the bar.
