They were at least ten feet behind. “Enjoy the show boys?”Mr. R said, “Even more after you decided to swing your ass at us more.”“You caught...that did you?”Tim said, “Honey, a blind man would have seen that action.”Inside the room, I see it is really a suite. Mr. R opens the liquor case and pulls out some bourbon. “Michele, will you be drinking bourbon or wine?”“A white wine would be good for me, thank you, Sir.”“Michele, would you be a dear and get us some ice for our drinks? Here is the ice. It’s like a hug on steroids.Stepped out of the shower, though... “Tara’s getting married...”“Tara?” Bill asked.“Yeah. In Alabama. Marrying that Air Force major. Jewish wedding. Next Tuesday ... Kara said we need to experience a Community wedding...”“When?”“Next Tuesday.”“Who gets married on a Tuesday?” Bill asked.Deena darted her eyes at me. She knows part of the story.“Tara and Aaron are Jewish. Tuesday is an auspicious day and March is an auspicious month, and this is the first Jewish wedding. Trust me, you?ll get a lot more attention from the guyswearing that bra,? she said with a giggle.With his face almost as red as the bra, started to say something butdecided not too. If Mistress called, he needed the clerk whose namewas Sheila, to say he seemed very happy. Instead of telling her tofind something less padded, smiled, clapped his hands together and toldher how wonderful the bra was. He definitely wasn?t happy as he walkedout of the store wearing that red bra and carried a bag. Laugh if you like, but I like good feet. He was a looker in the other way too. He looked at me, then away, then eyed some chicks walkin’ along in the sun, then looked back. I nodded when he looked the third time.“G’day.” he said. His voice was a bit deep, a bit gruff and it kinda did things to my stomach. Gazza had fucked off somewhere like he did and I was on my own. Why not? I thought, I’m not married to Gazza. So I said “G’day” back.“Beaut day, huh?”“Yeah.”“You from round here?”“Nah. The.