Jimmy go and get somemore beer from the wets, Mary, you make more popcorn, and I'll find outwhat the fuck is going on in the projection booth." I'll g... with Jimmy and help with the beer," Polly volunteered."And I'll help Mary with popcorn," Jean replied."And I might as well help Jason find out what's going on in theprojection booth," Michele huffed."And fucking hurry up you lot! I wanna see how The Sting ends; it wasreally getting interesting!" Michele whined.She grabbed Jason's hand almost. Walking inside, I can feel the warmth of the place wrap around me. It smells very woodsy and relaxing. “Stay here, don’t move. I’ll grab our bags and be back in a moment. It won’t be long before you see who I am.” I don’t say anything. I only nod my head. What can I say? Do I want to know who it is? Am I going to be disappointed? The only thing I know for sure, is it isn’t the old man from work. I could tell that by the voice alone! I stand where he left me, my hands behind my back as I fiddle. “I forgive you.” He held her tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder. They stayed that way for the better half of an hour until she stopped crying and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close.“What ever you want you will have it,” She said holding him. She felt like shit for what she had done to him, but he had forgiven her and she was going to try and make his life a little easier on him.. She felt better hugging him, like a little girl does when she’s hugged by her father. But. ..A little makeup, a very short dress and heels later I found myself inthe local convenience store/pharmacy... I somehow knew I would findwhat I was looking for here. And then I saw it. Or rather him... Aman who looked exhausted, clearly used to be very much in shape, nowhad a bit of a beer belly, a couple packages of diapers over hisshoulders and most importantly, a wedding band.It didn't take much flirting to get him back to the back where therewas a room for women who were.