There, sitting at a table was Becca! 'What the hell is she doing here?' For a brief moment, Ted felt an urge to call out to her, and he might even hav... succumbed to it if not for her companion. He was an older man, about the same age as Ted, dressed in casual but expensive clothes. Transfixed in the same way one might be in seeing a horrid accident, Ted watched from behind his glasses. He saw the flirty smiles Becca flashed this man and noted the almost predatory way he gazed back at her. Anger. " he started."Well, not exactly, dear," I said. "I've been getting to know him, but he hasn't a clue about me." My wife knitted her brow and spread her hands in a whaddya mean gesture. She knew me, and she knew what my tone presaged."Well, dear, actually he's been keeping me occupied while you were getting screwed by three of the four musketeers, you know: dickhead, butthead, asshole and jackass," I said. I was making a leap to judgment here that the three minions, who had earlier joined. You remember what I was like growing up, Jack. Ithought I was male, and I tried hard to accept the male role, but it neverquite fit. I don't think that it fits you any better than it did me"That was too much, even though I had seen it coming. I pulled my hand awayfrom hers and leaped to my feet."I'm not like you, Melissa! I'm a man!"She looked up at me, unperturbed by my excited reaction."Jack, you may be right. I might be misreading you. Will you agree to alittle experiment? If it turns out. Beautiful party your father has put together. Seems he is getting some work out of you tonight.’ Oh jeez. Could I have said anything any more lame than that? I should have asked her how she was, she did ask me. She had to have heard my voice trembling. ‘Yea, he is trying his best to get some free labor out of me.’ Oh that smile she has after she said that was beautiful. Perfect white teeth. ‘Could you help me carry some drinks Nathan, if you don’t mind of course,’ she asks with that smile..