My slender frame and size B breasts meant I rarely wore a bra. I often was flirted with. My sharp green eyes had attracted some attention. I was now t...enty seven and married to William, the tall, flat white ordering man I’d met.He’d come in and watch me for a while before ordering. It’d taken a year before he’d asked me for my phone number. We’d dated for six months, engaged for a little under a year and a half. Then we’d married.Our marriage was a beautiful traditional marriage. A white dress,. Also attached was a little bell.I was fuming. I tried to pull it off but it was like it was glued to myskin. There was no buckle or anything for it."THERESA," I yelled to the bedroom. I stormed in and she wasn't there.She wasn't anywhere in the house. She must have left early. What kind ofsick practical joke was this? I had to go to work. I tried phoning her,but no answer. I ended up leaving her an angry voicemail.Fortunately it was dress down Friday in the office so I should be able toget away. The function had already commenced, attended by three couples, the rest of the group males, probably business people like her. Lisa gratefully accepted a cold white wine from a tall slim grey haired man, about forty she guessed, who introduced himself as Don. He was interesting jovial company, and neatly but casually dressed in shorts and collared T-shirt. They chatted for a while before two other men, Ray and Bob, joined them. The new pair also presented themselves well, and displayed both. No matter that he could dance rings around them and singlike an angel - and that was another problem, his voice. No-one wanted atwenty-five year old singer who sounded like a member of the Vienna BoysChoir.Even so, he thought he'd stood a chance at a part as an orphan in therevival of 'Oliver!' until the casting director said he looked too old.And now it looked like he would grow old in his job as prop manager forthe State Theater.A chill set over him and he turned up the small space heater.