” The hidden innuendo in my husband’s request for Tom to take care of me was not lost on anyone. “David, it will be my pleasure to entertain you... charming wife any way I can,” Tom replied. Tom poured David another scotch, his third of the evening. He also refilled his glass and poured me another glass of wine. “I really like him. He’s actually a very intelligent and charming guy. He’s pretty funny too,” Tom said as he handed me my chardonnay before taking Tom his scotch rocks into the kitchen.. "I have a girlfriend. I am happy. I'm not interested and I'm never going to say yes to this. You are wasting your time!" Smiling she leaned forward, cigarette dangling from her lips as she whispered, "Who said you have a say?" Her smile was wide as she laughed in my face. I was at a loss for words. "Brianna, just let me go. You can't just do whatever the fuck you want." "Watch me sweety." My struggles did nothing to loosen my constraints. I tried to think about things that would keep. I guess I had never noticed before, because Iconsidered him an equal. People I respected always seemed taller in myimagination. If I were barefoot, I guessed, Josh was probably 5 inchesover me. I led him to a table in the corner, out of the way, with a goodvantage point. We both enjoyed people-watching, and I explained to him,"This is about the best place in the world for people watching." He only grunted a reply as his gaze flew around the club. We weresilent for about 5 minutes, as he watched. “Andi?” I froze in my tracks. “Andi Chance?”“Hello, Lawrence,” said the first girl I ever dated, at the ripe old age of 15. “Thank you for the rose – again.”In fact, she was standing there looking like she hadn’t aged a day, holding a long-stemmed rose just like the one I gave her on our first date. I began scrambling for a towel, but she just laughed in the sweet little giggle I loved when we walked to school each day for about five years.“Oh, please, Lawrence,” she said, happy and delighted..