From what I knew of Sadie, I figured she'd be able to spot a letch like Ralf, miles away, and ... well, whether I liked the woman or not, she was a st...p above Ralf's sort."Hi beautiful. I was wondering when you'd come in again. Can I buy you a drink?" Ralf began ask.But as I suspected, Ralf was throwing snowballs at the moon."Oh, give it a rest Ralf Parker; you always did think you were bloody Casanova, even when we were at school. Personally I always thought you were a bleeding creep. I'm here. You're not as bulky as Frank, but you're in as good shape as he is. Haven't you noticed how heads turn and people watch when you lift weights, or when you show someone how to use the machines? Eve is going to crap her panties when she sees you!"Becky even helped select a couple nice short sleeve shirts for casual wear at the festivities. They seemed a bit tight so I asked her about it."Eric, listen to me! With your new body, a little tight is fine. You're not one of those guys that has to buy. ‘Thanks, I be up in a minute.’ +++++ The place was full of all the right people, I’m sure. A cool jazz quartet in a far corner and two open bars, tables of food and the conversation — oddly enough — not too loud. An interesting crowd in a woolen-tweedy way, very academic looking sorts, older men, obviously pretty well off by the looks of things, younger women, obviously well endowed in a physical sense, more than a few single and on the prowl. Odd. Very few older women, very few rings on. He easily lifted him, despite his weight, and carried him inside. He placed him on the living room couch and turned to face me. I stared up at him and said," thank you". I asked if he would like a drink, glancing nervously out the window at his car, in the driveway. He said "Yes, a scotch, please" and excused himself "to get something from his car". I heard his car pull into the garage and the automatic door closing. I smiled. He knew...Jim walked in, I handed him his drink and joined him on.