" John said. "He's staying, so deal with it."Linda stepped over to John."Don't worry about it." She whispered to John. "I don't belong hereanyways. No...t because of who I look like, but because of who they reallyare. I'll see you later." Wait. Don't go. Wait for us outside and we'll tell you all about itwhen we are done. Or stay, you're the one who really should be here, notme." I...ok. I'll wait outside." Linda said turning to Matt. "Good luck." Uh, thanks." Matt said not knowing if he should. I got upand slowly made my way to the dance floor. My wife saw me coming and stoppeddancing to introduce us. She said "this John a friend of mine from highschool". I shook his hand and he smiled at me in a way that seemed rather oddand made me feel somewhat uncomfortable, perhaps he had noticed me sitting infront of him at the church earlier in the day. He told me what a lucky guy Iwas to have such a beautiful wife and that he and Lisa used to be "real" goodfriends. My wife appeared to be. I was a little worried because I wasn't certain if he was interested in the softness of my flesh for his carnal desires or if he was checking on my "tenderness" for a later feast with me as the main course and not the dessert.We made a tricky crossing over a rather wide gorge with a swaying rope walkway underneath and I was ecstatic that my view was up to the sky and not down to the rocks and raging water far below.The "village" which was probably an exaggeration since it was merely a cluster. "I saw you had a pleasant afternoon." was his opening gambit."What, interviewing secretaries? And how did you know?" Ah! Well... you see, I quite fancy Deana Treifuss in Accounts. And what floor is Accounts on?" The same one as Personnel. OK." I realised."Well choosing a secretary is easy. Big boobs and says yes to whatever is asked." he said with a leer."Do you really believe that?" I thought that he was being a bit too sexist, even for the pub and between mates, well before the third pint.