Besides, whatever was cooking smelled delicious, and I wasn't a snob like some of my friends were so I didn't want her to feel bad.As if reading my mi...nd, I heard her small voice behind me."I'm sorry, all I have are those cups. I feel so, I don't know, uncultured?"I was pouring, and responded, "Michelle, no more apologies, okay? Dinner smells amazing, and you have nothing to be ashamed of!" I turned around to hand her a cup, and promptly felt my mind go blank. Michelle was leaning against her. It had certainly sounded like Tad wasn’t living with his dad.Then again, I cautioned myself to be ready for anything – including the nasty surprise that Old Dad would be right there with us at the dinner table. After all, I was Tad’s chosen guest, not Peggy’s.Well, as my principal advisor on matters of romance -- the redoubtable Rollie Perkins -- would have said, at least I was likely to get a good free meal out of it.I called back for directions and spoke this time to Sarah Gabriel, Peggy’s. ’ ‘Well, I don’t notice you running to the showers, to show off for those four other guys, either.’ ‘Marcy, I do need a shower, but I’ve still got a little time before I have to take one. No sense me messing up stuff for their girlfriends.’ ‘Yeah, that’s an excuse.’ Amanda could tell that I was still a bit pissed, and the subject got dropped. ‘You still going camping tonight, still being on the rag and all?’ ‘Dave said it would be OK, that I just had to stow the used tampons in an air-tight. His paramour, an older woman, he was her toy boy and he resented my knowledge of that fact. Yet he had boasted when ever and where ever he could. His paramour had a young rich daughter, an inheritance from her father, she also had a brash young man as a fiancée. My protagonist did not get along with the daughter, or her fiancée. The fact that his paramour was still married also hung hard around his neck. The fact that I knew about this relationship weighed even heavier. And so he seized upon an.