Most of the boys calledhim queer or fag or worse names, this happens quickly in the seventhgrade, but so far, none of the bullies had managed to corne... him."Yeah, okay. Is everyone going to be in coshtume?" Uh huh, well, yeah?" Dee smiled. "It is Halloween? That's part of thefun of it?"Something clicked over in Andy's brain. He hadn't really grasped thefact that Dee was asking him out on a date, or the 12-year-oldequivalent of a date, but dressing up in a costume for Halloweensuddenly seemed. We played board games and invited the neighbor'sfamily over for a game of "Scene It." Our kids played together in thebackyard on the swing set and our younger ones lay on their backsplaying with mobiles. We broke out some wine at the end of the night andgave the older girls some ice cream. I was pretty broken up over thewhole day and drank 2 more glasses of wine then I should have. Theneighbors left having had a great night and we thanked them for comingover.AJ and I read the girls stories and. That’s the direction I’m heading, I thought to myself. How could you go wrong here? I pushed thedoor open, stepped inside, and standing a few seconds tolet my eyes adjust to the darkness. Across the room Isaw a mahogany bar. Walking across to it I planted myass on a stool.“What can I get you honey?” the gal behind the bar ask.“Bud in the bottle,” I answered.She retrieved a beer from the cooler, brought it over toset in front of me. She sure was showing off an. Who are you and why haven’t I met you before?” a sultry black woman asked me at the tail end of dinner, as Cassie went to get us some drinks and Amy found herself dancing with Billie.“I could ask you the same thing. And where your husband is. My wife is over at the bar. See the strawberry-blonde? That’s her. Cassie. I’m Daniel Rubinstein, but you can call ‘Dan.’ Most folks who know me do these days. Word of warning, I tend to pounce on any attractive lady that I find, including married ones..