Jean and I were eating lunch in the school cafeteria one day when the captain of the football team, Brad Costello, sat down at our table. I remembered...that he was the jock Jean married in the other reality. He knocked her up twice and then left her as a single mother with two kids to raise. He had quite a reputation in the school as a smooth operator. He reminded me of that line from the play 'My Fair Lady',"He oiled his way across the floor,oozing charm from every pore."He was using every. "I do not!" Brad said hotly, trying not to raise his voice."So your eyes didn't wander all over that group of college girls on the Riverwalk the other day, sweetie? You didn't tune out the ones who looked like they could play linebacker for the Cowboys and let yourself imagine what some of those cute ones looked like under those floppy warm-ups? You didn't smile just a little nicer to the pretty little waitress in that sandwich shop where we had lunch yesterday than you did to... oh, say the. She didn't walk away from that one, she crawled, her legs too shaky to support her.When she got back to her room she caught a glimpse of herself: she had an idiot's grin plastered across her face, the grin of a girl who had been well and truly laid. She knew she was going to sleep well.On Monday morning she saw Rod as he walked down the hall toward Sex Ed, a slip of paper in his hand and a confused look on his face. She zeroed in on him right away."Looking for the right class?"Rod nodded. "Room. To most people, I would have appeared a bit anxious, but in his state, Randy did not notice.“Can I buy you a drink? It is the least I can do for you sharing your table, by the way, my name is Royce,” I said.“I think I have had enough and should go home. Trouble is, I have no home to go to,” he replied.No home, I thought, what an opportunity. I saw he had been drinking a Corona beer and ordered two more. For the next half hour, I had to practically drag out his story. He had not only lost his.