Fat Man withdrew his meaty tentacles and squeezed his voluminous self into the confines of his seat. Deirdre looked at Joey with gratitude."Thank you!... she mouthed.Instead of reclaiming her seat in its entirety she kept leaning against Joey, albeit more relaxed now. To their left they heard the angry whisper of Fat Man's wife who berated her husband over the disgrace he was. He whispered back angrily and the situation quickly deteriorated into a hissing match. Before the feature film even. Now, I don't say I'm taking his side. Mind you, you're young. You can afford to take your time. Stretch it out. Enjoy yourselves while you can, I say. But Steve and his mother think --" Mother Oldham? He's talked about this with her?" Yes. It was her idea, in fact. She's quite adamant about it. I can say that from experience." Mr. Oldham winced slightly. "She is not, ah, the most patient person."Paula leaned closer. "How long have you been married?" We -- twenty-eight years, next August. But. "Dave let out a weak chuckle and nodded to the screen again. "Not to worry. I'm certainly not planning a picnic out there right now. Logically, I know I wouldn't fall, per se, but unless we have to go out, I'm gonna sit right here." We did it in training." Yeah," Dave finally agreed, "and I guess I did okay, but obviously the simulation didn't quite match up to reality in this case." Or, Ship didn't make it quite as real on purpose," Evie postulated.Dave turned to better face her. "So, what do. " Your night's delights await you behind that door to your left."I grabbed a black clutch purse and slipped the lipstick inside. Then Iwalked through the door.IIThe room was like a subdivided stage for a single-set play. To the leftthere was a short bar, and it was relatively well lit. The center ofthe stage held a dance floor with a few tables around it, and behind itI could see a large bed, bathed in a soft blue light. I walked towardthe bar and slid onto one of the chairs.A blonde haired.