. I came to them and told him to get away ,he just smiled me and left. We returned to our friends and continued drinking. Some time passed and 3 of ...y friends left home. We decided to stay on afterparty at the same bar. But soon I saw the same guy that was trying to kiss my wife… he was not alone… he was with the group of men, there were 12 men at least. My wife decided to go home because she was frightened. We were just leaving when those guy stoped us. I told him to leave us alone and. I cranked up the Harley and headed to Jonah's.The big titted blonde barmaid was working while talking to some guy that I thought I recognized. I nodded at him and he said, "Johnson, Deputy Marshal right?"I nodded, "And you are?"Before he could answer, the blonde said, "He's my husband and he's a deputy sheriff so you better be nice."I laughed at the outburst.The guy said, "I've been at a couple of your confrontations. I was out at the airport a little while ago when that sniper was knocked. It's the kind of place frequented by stag and hen parties, and has a reputation for excessive sex. Despite being happy with my new boyfriend, I agreed to go. It wasn't that I was looking for sex, I just wanted a bit of fun, and after twenty years of holidays where I did nothing but sit by a pool, who could blame me?Along with Jean, four more of our friends accompanied us. There was Cathy; a fifty-five-year-old nurse, Sandra and Debs; both former school friends, and Angie; a personal trainer who. There was nothing for me, nowhere that I belonged. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and I knew that I had to leave as rapidly as I could. It was as I stumbled my way toward the front to exit that I saw her. I wasn’t sure at first and had to stop and stare. And then I was certain. It was her. Lara Kelly, a young junior executive with my company. I knew her to be about in her early 30s, a good dozen years or so younger than I. She didn’t work in my division, but had recently been.