”“You do realize you're not playing with a full deck, buster?... So… hypothetically, how did you envision this was going to happen?”“Well, I...ve never really got that far, but hypothetically speaking of course, I suppose you'd take one of those offers that I'm sure comes your way so frequently.”“And where is this 'hypothetical rendezvous' supposed to take place? Have you considered we have two children at home?”“Wait a second, sweetheart, are we actually planning on having this happen?”“Of. The best thing would be menhirs. Not enormous ones, just two or three feet high, so they’d need to be three to five feet long.”“What are menhirs?”“A menhir is a standing stone. I’d like seven. Actually, I’d like twenty-one, but we don’t have enough space. And we’d probably want a tall fence as I don’t want people watching what I’ll be doing in there.”“And if we can’t afford stones?”“Oh, the cheapest option would be a ring of some shrub, lavender, or sage, perhaps. That’s mainly to delineate the. I could tell that she had worn the corset to get the best fit from the dress, and thought a bit smugly that I hadn't needed one.We went to a quiet, stylish restaurant, down by the river. Amy was right, every male we saw, man or boy, eyed us up and down. I thought I got a bit more of the attention, but then my dress was brighter, so it stood out more.She was also right about it rebuilding my confidence, but not in quite the way she planned. Much as I tried to suppress it, as I felt each pair of. Just when I thought I had blown my chance, I got lucky. I ran into Sherry at her favorite place, the bar at an On The Border Mexican restaurant. She loved their frozen margaritas with the sangria swirl. I prefer a good too shelf margarita on the rocks, but admit the swirl thing tasted good when Sherry gave me a sip of hers. She had already had a few by the time I arrived. I sat next to her at the bar and she told me her husband and her had a big argument. She was definitely upset and going into.