He took me into the bar to wait for Alan -- who was 'phoning home. Once again he complimented me on my appearance but wouldn't be drawn on their think...ng on the contract. He was dressed in a dark suit with open necked white shirt and looked absolutely gorgeous. I have to admit that the thought did cross my mind as to how big he was.Alan joined us within a few minutes and after giving me a perfunctory peck on the cheek ushered us into the restaurant. I didn't like to open on the agency so we. Since he's started working for this corporation he has become Mr. Inconsistent. he always has an excuse when it comes time to spend time with me or the boys. He's called me up to say “honey I'm gonna be late getting home tonight” so many times and I'm sick of it, as I sit here looking at my wedding ring I'm starting to regret getting married to him. I asked him if he could pick up some things from the grocery store." honey I wish I could but I gotta work, big project tomorrow.” he tells me,. Jennifer had taken our camera from her bag, and snapped me as I blew. This was greeted with a huge cheer from everyone, and I slumped back in to my chair, mortified with embarrassment. Jennifer continued to photo me, asking for a big smile or a pout each time. Of course, we had to stay while the cake was cut and pieces were distributed to all the other diners. As they left, they came over and wished me the best for the day, and I got some very strange looks from both the men and women! At last. Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It had been a damn long time since I had waited so anxiously for a woman's response.Sheila.