"Oh sure, I saw him twice." "And what's he like?" "He's disgusting!" "In what way?" "In all ways, Betty. He's overweight, he's practically bald, breat... smells of cigarettes, his face is like sandpaper when he kisses you, or goes down between your legs. And he's old, Betty, old!" "He kissed you?" I was appalled, taking this all in at a gulp as I was. "How old?" I wanted to know. "Oh God, I don't know, fifty-five maybe." "That's only twenty-odd years older than you, Cindy." "Tell me about it. I'm. ’ ‘You’ve forgotten all those things?’ He sounded amused. ‘I never told anybody else. Drew, please!’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Is that what you’re worried about? You think I’m going to tell everyone what you just told me?’ I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had. I’d just fed him a line that could win Olympic Gold for gossip-worthiness. ‘Samantha Bloom.’ He blew out a sigh. ‘For heaven’s sake, is your opinion of me really as low as all that?’ No. Not at all. Because I wouldn’t have asked him what I’d. Tonight they're playing bags, I walk over to the microwave and placing my ramen inside. I turn and see her not knowing she was the beginning, all I saw her as was the girl who was a bitch to me no matter how nice I was to her all because I made a harmless lil joke about how her ass was to small to grab a door handle with it. And that's when it happened "Look at her! So smug and happy!" I heard him loud and clear not like before when I was younger, when he was just a whisper in the back of my. " Are you really?" Really? I guess I am. But I meant the john." Kiss!"She tasted of toothpaste, which reminded him that he probably didn't. He hurried into the steamy bathroom.Under the shower, he thought of her changes. He had hardly recognized his laughing, running, square-dancing, girlfriend who dressed in jeans and peasant dresses in the solemn bride clad in lace and satin. This shy creature in yards of gossamer was someone else again. He had an erection thinking about her. Oh well, it was.