The boys dressed as knights. I put my wig, ears, gloves, and cape on, and we piled into Cam’s car. We stopped off at my place and I got my boots and...said a quick hi-and-bye to everyone.The only way everyone was able to fit in the car was if I got in the middle of the back seat. As we were getting to the place my lovable geeks play, I realized it was at our high school gym.“Whoa, the old gym?” I said, slightly nervous.“Sorry, I didn’t want to tell you unless you chickened out or something. Also,. Joanne is my wife. She would drop me off at work and take the car to go look for a job of her own. He started showing me extra attention at work, trying to help me with things I didn’t really need help with and even insisting we take lunches together. He was this huge muscular black guy and he intimidated me. The comments started few and far between at first. We would be having a conversation about sports or something and then he would slip in something about how hot my wife was. Then he. "The whole ten-second interaction would have been downright humorous if Rebecca had any idea what she was doing. Girls with rare beauty generally figured it out and used it to their advantage. Rebecca, as usual, was just herself. There are standards of beauty and, as Tony had told his sister, there are standards of just cute. Add the two together and it had a devastating effect on males of the species. Tony, of course, had obviously figured it out on his own. She had done it to him in about 15. “Isle of Wight Festival, the original ones? Woodstock? Hippies? Communes? That was me. I was smoking dope in 1967, and dropping a lot more besides. I daresay it’s hard to believe now.”“Wow,” Lettie was grinning at me, Janie too. Lettie lit up, took a pull and passed me the joint.The smoke wafted under my nose and memories flooded back, suddenly. I savoured a long, slow draw, held it down, and let it out. God. I’d been so respectable for so long. But back then...“So what was it like?” Janie.