You Sharon?" The London Broil with Green Pepper Sauce. The Silver Strike Peas and the Summer Squash timbale. Balsamic vinegar dressing. We're splittin... the bottle?" Of course. That's all. Sandra."Sharon waited for the waitress to fade into the dark."As for your last question, 'Frankly, my Dear, I don't give a damn.'" Tomas stepped out of his pants with all deliberate speed, cock twitching in spite of himself. A tall blue eyed blonde wanted him to take her, use her for the first time, and his. “His name is Tom,” she replied. “He’s a teacher at the school.”I nodded sadly.“How long?”“Just over six years.”“Six years?” I asked incredulously. How had I not known about this. She had been seeing another man for six years. Despite our conversation Tom didn’t stir. His slow heavy breathing continued.“I thought you loved me,” I said.“Baby, I loved you more than you can ever imagine. You were the best man I ever knew.”“Then why? “I asked “Please tell me. Why are you sleeping with him?”“I’m. Well I know when I am right so I showed them the e-mails, twenty-six in all, in which I kept reminding the department they needed to order the material and their "fuck off" replies.Can you guess who got the shit? I did. It was my fault. I was at fault by not following up. I was almost fired; but they kept me on. They all had a good laugh as I walked out of the office, wondering, "What the hell happened?" It was a good old boy club and I was not a member.Needless to say, everyone dumped on me,. Well, I was right about them.The two skinny jean wearers had disappeared, leaving the models slow dancing in the sparse crowd. It looked like the start of a lesbian porno. If I wasn't three quarters full of Mexican courage, I'd probably want to watch it. The wallflowers seemed to be pairing off into screened booths, so I wondered what was in store for me.Tequila number four was the catalyst I needed. And lemon was the taste I needed. Anthony nodded as I threw down the lemon rind; it seemed it.