I needed to dosomething, talk to someone.I decided to call George.'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''I met George and Hector for dinne...r at a small Italian restaurant.They greeted me with hugs and smiles and I started to cry.I told them the whole sordid tale."Oh, honey," George said sweetly, "it's okay, believe me. No one will carethat you're gay," already taking my outing as a fait accompli."Yeah, fuck that bitch man, she's a fucking cunt," Hector chimed in showinghis sensitive. “I find that hard to believe. Joe’s wife is a knockout. And I think Joe treats her pretty well, so why should Jackie do that?” “Oh, hee hee, I have my moments. Didn’t you wonder how Joe moved up to foreman recently and so fast? That was his reward for me fucking his wife.” “Shit. I thought it was because Joe worked hard, putting in extra time and you were rewarding him. Does Joe know that, that you fucked his wife?” “Shit no. I was paying off his wife. I discussed it with her one night in. She looked at me and said we should ask each other questions and I said sure. She asked if I had ever been with a woman. I said no, nothing more than one kiss. I asked her the same. She said no, but had been thinking about it. I asked “Can I kiss you, I mean it is seven minutes in heaven”. She giggled and shook her head yes. Suddenly all my nerves were gone and I felt completely comfortable. I brushed some straight locks of hair sassy from her face and kissed her real quick. I couldn’t get. Cindy sat there, aghast, and a single word flooded out all other thoughts: Why? If a girl like THAT had been rejected, then why even consider putting herself through something that was bound to be the most embarrassing ordeal of her entire life? Why take up the valuable time of the interviewer? Why delude herself any further, thinking that her silly dream ... her silly fantasy ... had any chance at all of coming true?She rose to go, then stood rooted to the spot as the inner door opened.