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This story could have been in sci-fi / fantasy. This story is not realistic so run away fast if that offends you. I put it here because I enjoy anonymous drive-by insults in the comments section and it does contain a Loving Wives theme.

I have one of my throw away paragraphs about February Sucks in this story. It is only a little joke and this is NOT a Feb Sux Redux. February Sucks belongs to George Anderson.

William Winston is the name I use repeatedly for mega rich evil guys. This one is not the same guy as in other stories.

There is a bit of point of view shifting between present and telling a story about the past and I did my best to make them relatively easy to follow.

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Thursday, May 5, 2022

Tom Bladen woke up next to his sleeping wife and, feeling her beloved presence, rolled onto his back, smiling. His movement woke her up so she rolled over and faced him then smiled and cuddled up, resting her cheek on his chest and squeezed a side hug, "Good morning, Tom."

He kissed the top of her head, Good morning, Lisa. Sleep well?"

She nodded then looked up and stroked his dark salt and pepper hair, "Yeah. Very well. I'm surprised given our busy schedule today."

He kissed the top of her head again then squeezed a little shoulder hug. She rubbed her cheek on his chest again then rubbed his stomach with her hand affectionately, accidentally brushing the top of his morning wood. Her hand stopped then she deliberately went lower checking to feel what she thought she had brushed up against, "My my. I feel a soldier standing at attention. MY soldier is standing at attention."

She pushed down the front of his boxers and rubbed his manhood softly, "Wanna...?" She looked up at him with a coy smile, already knowing the answer.

He grinned then tried to kiss her on the lips. She ducked away, "Ewww morning breath. STEEEENKY! No nookie for you until no steenky!"

She got up as he did and he trailed directly behind her. He reached under her oversize Def Leppard T-shirt and started pushing her panties down. She stopped, offering no resistance and even conveniently stepped out of them when she continued walking toward their en-suite. She grabbed the toothpaste but not before he had her T-shirt up at her armpits. She laughed, placed the toothpaste down and raised her arms, allowing him to strip her bare. She teased him by pulling his whole package including his balls out the fly of his sleep pants, stroking it softly twice then picking up her toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it. She grinned at him, brushing her teeth as he stood with his manhood at attention sticking out of his fly.

Her smirk only grew as he stood there faux indignant as she brushed her teeth. He pushed himself inside the pants then pushed them down then rubbed his erection across her butt cheeks. She giggled and continued to brush her teeth then impatiently pointed at the toothpaste. He took the hint and began to brush as she finished, thoroughly enjoying the light handplay as she stroked him as he brushed his teeth.

Once he rinsed and spit, she grabbed his manhood and led him to the bed, scooted back, laid back and relaxed her hips as she reached to the nightstand beside her. She was looking at him as her hand fumbled around the drawer until she felt what she was looking for; a tube of Astroglide.

His smile faded a bit. Lisa read his mood and said softly, "Tom, I'm not twenty anymore and my plumbing does not work like it used to. No reflection on you. I'm fifty five, not twenty."

At fifty-five, she was pretty and had clearly been somewhat of a beauty in her youth. Her shoulder length blonde hair was a bit darker and there were some lines in her face. She retained her kind eyes and world class warm smile.

A smile he adored.

She reached down and lubricated herself then smiled up at Tom who softly inserted himself inside his beloved wife. Before he began stroking, she looked up at him with the most beautiful content smile and said, "My best privilege is being intimate with my best friend."

Tom only got harder and began to stroke softly as they made out, Lisa's favorite way of making love.

*******

Living in New Jersey was a lot of blessings and curses and no, it was not all curses. Suburban towns were almost absurdly safe and town services were usually well above the norm. The taxes and cost of... everything. UGH!

One other blessing. Newark International Airport was a pit, but the nonstop flight to Dublin was almost too easy so later that day, they made the easy trip and parked in long term parking then headed inside.

Once at the gate and waiting, Tom excused himself for a minute then came back and handed Lisa a new boarding pass. She looked at him quizzically, "What was wrong with our old passes?"

Tom just smiled.

She looked at the pass then stiffened, "Tom? What did you do?"

He smiled, "Upgraded this adventure with my bride to what she deserves."

She shook her head, "Tom. It's too much."

He looked at her with a bit of determination, "My bride will be treated as she deserves. I negotiated a pretty good deal, though only for the flight out."

He paused then continued, "I just wish you had been my first wife, not my second."

She sighed and smiled at him, "Me too, Tom, me too."

The gate agent got onto the speaker, "United Airlines would like to welcome you to flight 787 from Newark International to Dublin, Ireland. Once we have boarded those needing physical help getting seated, we will begin boarding for first class and Premier Platinum and 1K status. Please have..."

He stood up and offered his hand to his wife with obvious faux formality, "Lisa, my bride, I do believe they will soon be calling us."

Lisa just smiled, stood, and took his hand.

*******

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

So far, Dublin had been a blast! Tom walked into The Celtic Harp and took a seat at the bar at a bit after two in the afternoon. It was a Tuesday before the main tourist season in the middle of the quietest Tuesday in nearly a year. The place was empty save the barman and Tom.

He looked at the barman, a tallish man with stereotypical red hair, a fair complexion and a positively mischievous yet welcoming smile. He said in a typical Dublin Irish accent, "Good afternoon! What will ye have?"

Tom laughed, "You are everything I could expect in Ireland." He paused then quipped, "Except maybe a rainbow and a pot of gold."

The man laughed and said with a smirk, "Ye know we do have banks with safe deposit boxes for that kind of thing. I'm Patrick!"

Tom smiled. Patrick was charming, smooth and clearly an expert barman. Tom said, "I'll bet you know what I am going to order."

Patrick rubbed his temples in a faux look of using mind reading, "Guiness!"

Tom laughed, "Damn right! We're doing their factory tour tomorrow!"

Patrick pulled a mug then filled it and set it in front of Tom. Patrick smiled as Tom took his first sip, "Ye sound American. Probably I'm going to say East Coast though not from Boston or Northwards because ye would have asked for a 'beyah'."

Tom nodded, "Jersey."

Patrick laughed, "Your taxes give mine a good run!"

Tom laughed, "Yeah, they do. I like my job and access to New York City without having to actually live in New York City which is a whole new level of both taxes and cost. I run a consultancy firm that specializes in logistics of getting things into and out of the city while minimizing cost."

Patrick quipped, "Like guns and mafia guys."

Tom laughed, "More like liquor, clothing, and luxury goods. Things New Yorkers buy."

Patrick nodded, "What brings you to Dublin?"

Tom sat back, loving Patrick's easy nature, "Well, I'm here with my awesome wife for our fifth wedding anniversary tomorrow. She was kind enough to tell me to get out of her face while she does a bit of shopping."

Patrick raised an eyebrow, "Only fifth? Ye don't seem like a thirty year old."

Tom shook his head, "No. Lisa is wife number two though in quality she is number one by far. My first wife..."

Tom shook his head and shuddered.

Patrick nodded, "A good wife is a treasure worth more than a pot of gold."

Tom nodded, "Yeah. Sometimes it takes finding out the hard way to know that and wow, do I know that."

Patrick nodded strongly, "I had a guy in here a year ago, his name was Jim... uh, Carlisle. He had a story about a sports star and his wife sneaking off with him for a night of debauchery, only to have her come back the next morning as if nothing happened!"

Tom nodded, "I heard about that one. Wasn't that Marc Lava... Lavalamp or something? Did it a bunch of times until one of the husbands caught him and burned him at the stake while he toasted marshmallows?"

Patrick nodded.

Tom sighed, My story is a lot more common though just as cruel. My life... It's like some story on the internet written by some demented whackjob."

Patrick looked around at the empty bar, "Well! Don't leave me hanging!

Tom sighed, years had dulled the pain that it took Lisa's love to finally extinguish, "Well I met my first wife, Amy at the South County High School Freshman Mixer in September of 1981..."

*******

Friday, September 11, 1981

Tom walked into the freshman mixer and looked around, clearly not liking being semi-forced into attending when his father simply said everyone was going and he needed to make friends in his new school because five middle schools fed into South County High.

He walked over to Jimmy, a friend from his old middle school and said, "You too? Your parents made you come?"

Jimmy nodded as two other much larger freshmen stood nearby with their too pretty perfect cheerleader girlfriends. One of the boys snarked, "My dork detector is going off, Chad. how about yours?"

Chad was not to let this one go, "Yes. Two dorks bearing..." he pointed at Jimmy and Tom as Chad and the girls laughed.

Three days into the school year, things were predictable pretty much every school year.

Not to be outdone, one of the cheerleaders mimicked, "Ya know, Michelle, there are girl dorks just like boy dorks and I see one right, there!"

Michelle did not miss a beat and said, "Yep. Girl dork at three o'clock. You know. A girl that has never been kissed and never will! A stick girl in glasses!" they laughed as the girl shrank backward then backed into Tom and the four 'popular kids' laughed.

Michelle teased, "I see a girl that will never be kissed!"

*******

Tom came back to the present, "So to shorten this up. Stick girl became my first wife Amy and Michelle dared me to kiss her after I told her to leave Amy alone. We kissed and well, that was that and we eventually became boyfriend and girlfriend. Amy... uh... bloomed into a couple of double D's over the next year and a half and got contacts by senior prom. By senior prom, I had a hot pretty girlfriend. Meanwhile I got taller, filled out some and was on the track team. I wasn't football player popular, but I did okay."

"So senior prom..."

*******

Friday, May 17. 1985

Tom walked into the South County Senior Prom at the Woodland Hills Event Center with his girlfriend of nearly 4 years, Amy. He was all smiles as Amy had promised, that because they were both now eighteen and he had been a wonderful boyfriend, tonight was the night for them to exchange their V-cards.

Tom walked in with Amy on his arm and looked around, "I know you want to avoid Chad and especially Michelle. I'll do my best."

Amy smiled, "Thanks, you are the best"

Tom found a group of their friends and they walked over, "Hey Tim. Hey Kim."

Tim smiled, "So, gracing us with your presence? I'm surprised though I would be careful. Rumor has it Michelle has some kind of evil plan after her king and queen dance with Chad."

Kim looked at Amy and asked, "Did you do something to her that made her your life long enemy?"

Amy shook her head, "No. She is just... awful."

An hour and a half later, a drunk Chad and a drunk Michelle had their dance then everyone hit the dance floor. Tom was a passable dancer who did it for Amy because she loved dancing.

Halfway through the second song, Michelle danced over to Tom and Amy and said with a touch of slur, "Well, well... Stick girl turned into balloon girl." She pointed at Amy's ample chest.

Tom looked at Michelle, sighed and said, "Go away, Michelle. Drunk is not a good look on you."

Michelle regarded Tom as a gnat, "I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the former stick girl who turned into a pair of boobs on legs."

Michelle walked up to Amy and with both hands yanked the front of her dress down, exposing Amy's breasts then something snapped in Amy and instead of running out, humiliated, she stood shocked and stared a few seconds in fury.

Michelle stood smug... and swaying a bit, then mocked, "Whatcha gonna do?"

Amy just reacted and yanked down the front of Michelle's dress, exposing her breasts. After two silent stunned seconds, someone made a wolf howl then both women put their arms over their breasts.

A fellow member of the senior class, Reggie White was with his girlfriend dancing and stopped to watch as the two women had their fight with both women, standing there covering their bare chests then Reggie walked over to the women staring at each other in hatred. In his announcer voice he mimicked, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! We have a WINNER by TKO! That is Tremendous Knockers... Outstandiiiiiiiiing!"

He raised Amy's free hand then snarked at Michelle, "Compared to her, YOU are a stick girl."

After Reggie raised Amy's hand, he said to Tom, "She is FINE!"

*******

Tom's thoughts came back to the present, "Amy managed to fix her dress with a couple safety pins a sympathetic friend had. Michelle was kicked out of the prom and suspended and it cost her a couple scholarships. Reggie was the right answer at the right time and Amy started to dress a little sexier. Not falling out of her top sexier, but she no longer hid her uh... assets. It shocked the shit out of me when she wanted to stick with the original plan for that night of losing our virginities."

He laughed, "That night, we did indeed have sex. She even got on the pill for me and we never stopped screwing through the summer. We attended the same college and got married right after we graduated. College was pretty much sex and studying. Amy had an amazing libido that I very much appreciated."

He laughed, "She even let me motorboat her luscious boobs every birthday. She hated the attention they brought her until she didn't so was kind of sensitive about it until she wasn't. She hated the crudeness of it, but on my birthday..."

"BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR!" He shook his head back and forth vigorously and laughed.

Patrick gently chastised him, "Such boorishness!"

Tom laughed, "Tell me you wouldn't do that." Tom arched his brow.

Patrick laughed, "Now I didn't say that!"

Tom continued, "After the Michelle incident, she embraced them as her assets, not liabilities. Marriage was good for around five years until her employer hit a rough patch and they fired the entire management team and a new management team came in after the company was bought."

"I had just started my logistics company while Amy got a new boss and a year later they had a Christmas party..."

*******

Friday, December 15, 1995

Tom walked arm in arm out of the elevator on the 70th floor of the Hudson Apex building in Jersey City. The restaurant lobby in front of them was a ridiculous caricature of luxury. The restaurant beyond it was even more so. He was dressed in a typical 'Men's Wearhouse' blue suit and Amy was dressed in a gold halter style dress with small straps and a moderate V-neck. It was not overly daring, but complimented her considerable bustline.

He looked at his wife, "Your bosses rented this whole restaurant for the night?"

Amy nodded, "The Private equity group that bought my employer has a bunch of companies and one of a half dozen companies here tonight."

Tom and his wife walked up to the hostess and gave their names and they were escorted to a table only one row away from the window tables occupied by the people from the C-suites. The room was laid out in such a way that there were multiple open areas along the windows where those who did not have window tables could take in the view of Manhattan across the river.

After taking their seats and leaving their coats, they walked to one of the open areas along the windows to take in the view of the Manhattan skyline. Tom looked at his wife, "The amount of money they spent just on reserving this place... crazy."

Amy nodded, "I intend to enjoy it. Dinner is supposedly going to be something!"

Tom nodded, "Well, if they are spending the money... We may as well enjoy it."

A half hour later, dinner was announced and everyone took their seats at the table. Tom and Amy were seated with a couple from a recently acquired import- export company located near the Port oF Newark.

A good looking man in his mid forties, wearing a five thousand dollar suit walked to the center of the executive table and addressed everyone in a clear, bass voice, "Good evening! Tonight is our Christmas dinner celebration and I hope everyone enjoys our Christmas feast. It has been a good year for ELA Holdings and I want to thank everyone for making this a banner year."

The woman across from Amy remarked, 'That's William Winston, the CEO."

Her husband snarked quietly, "Damn, I might turn gay for a guy that good looking."

The woman back slapped his shoulder, "Mike, STOP!, No you wouldn't"

The man lisped, "I don't know, Sue... he's soooo good looking." He faux flounced in an exaggerated manner.

She looked at him and laughed, "Just stop."

Dinner was served on large ornate carts with silver platters of prime rib, Chicken Cordon Bleau, and an eggplant dish and all four people at the table chose the prime rib.

After Mike selected prime rib, Tom snarked at Mike, "So do gay guys eat prime rib?"

Mike laughed then used a faux deep voice, "What makes you think I'm gay? Prime rib! Caveman grunt!"

Sue sighed at her husband, "Just stop."

Dinner was everything it was hyped to be then a desert cart came by with high end cheesecake for dessert. Once that was done William made the rounds to each table, asked who the employees were and started personally handing out bonus checks.

William approached their table and asked, "And who at this table is working for one of the companies under ELA ownership?"

Both of the women raised their hands. William scanned Sue first then his gaze lingered a tiny fraction of a second too long on Amy and a tiny fraction too long on her bust. While the glance was slightly overlong, it was not leering and he quickly asked, "Names?"

"Sue Warren", "Amy Bladen"

William handed each an envelope and cautioned them to maintain confidentiality as the checks were for differing amounts according to the success of the individual enterprises. Amy used a clean knife from the table to slit open the envelope and peek at the check then showed Tom the net amount: $3525.00. They both smiled. It was nice money, but not life changing.

Amy's boss, Catherine Gardener, and the president of the company she worked for, Daniel Smythe came over to their table, both looking uncomfortable. Carol gave a forced smile, "Uh, Amy, you have been invited to spend some time at the executive table and talk about your career goals."

Amy was as shocked as her husband, got up without thinking and walked over to the executive table by the window. She stood near William who talked to her for several minutes, but the distance and the background noise was too great to make out the conversation. A very large man with dark blonde hair came up to Tom, "You should not be eavesdropping where it is not your business."

Tom's demeanor changed from wondering what was going on to alarm, "My wife is my business."

The man deliberately stood between Tom and the executive table, blocking his view of his wife and William.

Mike and Sue looked at the giant man in alarm but said nothing and Mike's snarky smile disappeared to be replaced by grimly looking over at the executive table and back to Tom. A minute later, Tom noted that Mike looked over then became more alarmed. It was then that he noticed two other very large men standing several tables distant, clearly looking to prevent him from making any aggressive moves.

Time seemed to slow down and a few of the guests were beginning to notice something strange going on near the executive table.

About ten minutes later, Amy came back to the table with William standing behind her, "Tom... uh, I don't know how to say this..."

William interrupted her, "Amy will be spending the weekend with me in the city. She will return to you on Sunday."

He looked at William, "And with you means she will be sharing your bed?"

Amy looked down and William smiled and nodded.

Tom said, "Amy, look at me now!"

Amy was still looking down a bit and refused to meet his eyes."

Tom looked at his wife and asked, "Are you voluntarily going with him?"

Perhaps a third of the room was now watching the spectacle. Amy looked down at the ground then nodded.

Tom's world crashed but he did not want to break in front of the smug William. He sighed then sat silently. Finally, a minute later he said, "I see."

He got up only to feel a large paw on his shoulder. He looked over to the owner of the paw to see the six foot eight inch dark blonde monster of a man say, "Perhaps you should sit."

Tom felt he had nothing to lose and almost yelled, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU DAMN DIRTY APE!"

The whole room was now looking.

Tom repeated, "I am leaving."

Tom saw the whole room watching and realized he had no true allies except exposure. Sue looked at him with pity and Mike with a combination of shock and anger. Sasquatch did not move and Tom began to talk loud again, "THE CEO HERE HAS DECIDED THAT HE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH MY WIFE FOR THE WEEKEND AND SHE HAS AGREED. I HAVE OBJECTED AND NOW I AM BEING HELD AGAINST MY WILL. I WISH TO LEAVE."

William nodded and Sasquatch removed his paw. As Tom stood, Amy said, "It's only two nights. I will see you later."

Tom shut his eyes to force the anger down and to keep from rolling them so hard they did a full rotation, "Goodbye Amy."

Tom took his coat and walked to the lobby and to the elevator, not looking back and hoping Sasquatch or the other two goons would not receive differing instructions. The entire elevator ride down was tense and he was half expecting for them to shut off the elevator. He was relieved when the doors opened at the garage level and he walked alone to the car and finally relaxed when he paid for the parking and the gate went up, releasing him to the public streets for the drive home.

*******

Tom came back to the present, "I wasn't going on a kamikaze run against William. Like I said. The story of my life is like something written by a demented whackjob."

Patrick just shook his head, "Wooooooooow! Demented whackjob is not strong enough of a description."

Tom nodded, "So to shorten this up, despite what you read on the internet today, no fault divorce can work in a man's favor if there are no kids and he just wants to end things quickly and evenly. I called a friend who had just gone through a rough divorce so knew exactly what NOT to do."

"Turns out hiding money is a big no-no as is kicking someone out of the house, and yes, the court will look for these misbehaviors. Judges get to decide who leaves and who pays what and they guard those powers with fervor. So, I did not do either. What I did do was rent a storage unit two towns over and start moving my stuff out. My Saturday plans with Amy were obviously cancelled so I had the day to get things done. It was a rough day to say the least."

Patrick asked, "So what happened Sunday?"

Tom shrugged, Well once Willy was done using my soon-to-be ex as his cum dumpster, he was mostly done with her. She came back in an Uber, not a limo and walked inside.

She was wearing some fancy jeans and a top that William had obviously bought her at some point and was carrying two bags, one presumably with her Friday dress. She looked at me and actually said, "We can get past this."

I just shook my head and asked, "Did you have sex with him?" She just looked down and I said, "No. No, we cannot get past this."

"She started to cry. I had already broken down a thousand times so I just used my 'inner stoic'. The truth was that the marriage was done as soon as she agreed to spend the night with William."

"She begged and all that. I said nothing more than needed for basic logistics. William paid for a gazillion dollar lawyer for her who tried to argue for counseling. I gave the judge the five cent version of William taking her away for a weekend of sex and shopping despite my objections. She tried a bunch of delays. Without kids, the judge cared little and I was offering a 50/50 split."

"They countered 75/25 trying to delay things. When it came out that William was paying for a mega lawyer against my regular guy lawyer the judge had enough and ruled, '50/50 asset division. No real estate is involved so no sale needed. His income is less than hers currently and he is not asking for any support so none is ordered. She keeps her retirement and he keeps his company which has no practical value at the moment. Any more games to delay will result in me altering the 50/50 decision or possibly making someone a guest of the Union County lockup for a night or two.'"

"She gave up at that point and we were divorced three months later. I buried myself in my new logistics company and my work paid off. After my company began to run without minute-by-minute attention needed I got into bird photography and cooking. I met Lisa in a cooking class called, 'Steak Masters'."

Tom smiled at Patrick, "You can never have too much steak! Unless of course there is bacon!"

Patrick laughed, "Too true! Ye know what is better?"

Tom exclaimed, "Steak wrapped in bacon!"

Patrick laughed aloud, "Damn right!"

"As I said, to bury the pain, I poured myself into my new logistics company and drove myself with crazy hours. The net result is I do okay money wise. Not rich, but comfortable enough to have a nice trip to Ireland."

"I was the luckiest man in the world when I met Lisa, who I love with all my heart. Something I never would have dreamed possible after Amy wrecked me. She also had divorced a cheating spouse and on that, we initially bonded. I was broken for almost fifteen years after what Amy did to me. It's a shame that I never met Lisa when we were younger."

Patrick asked, "So what happened to Amy?"

Tom shrugged, "Don't know. Don't care. I have Lisa and to me, Lisa equals happiness. William disappeared about ten years ago. There were rumors about Mexican cartels, but no one knows."

Patrick smiled and nodded, "It is indeed a shame that you had to go through what ye did."

Tom nodded and sighed, "I wish..."

Patrick smiled and asked, "What would that be?"

Tom sighed and chuckled at the impossible, "I wish I could go back to 1981, meet Lisa in high school and have her as my first wife so I could have had a happy lifetime with her."

He sighed, "If only."

Patrick asked with a happy yet amused tone, "Do ye now?"

Tom nodded, "Yeah. I wish I could go back to 1981 and have a long lifetime of happiness with Lisa."

Patrick smiled then said "Wishes are a reflection of the heart, I see pure love and a pure heart... and remember..."

Patricks eyes bore into Tom's soul, "The white house... is the right house!"

Tom felt dizzy...

*******

"Tom! Stop daydreaming."

Tom looked around, disoriented as his mom had a bit of an impatient look, "Eat your dinner."

Tom shook his head, "Huh, Where is Patrick?"

His father looked at him, "Who is Patrick?"

Tom looked around. His parents had concerned and perplexed looks on their faces. Tom thought as the thought faded into a very faint memory like a fading dream, "Sorry. I must have zoned out."

His mother dismissed Tom's odd thought then nodded, "Well make sure you pack up your room completely so I would start gathering the small stuff now. You have six weeks before we actually move."

His father nodded, "I'm glad I got my transfer moved up so you can start your first day of high school rather than switch mid-year."

He then groaned, "I am not looking forward to the commute into the city. I wish the houses near the NJ Transit train stations were not so expensive!"

His mother beamed at his father, "My executive vice-president husband!"

His parents switched topics and discussed two houses they were choosing between; one at 747 Cloverwood and one at 156 Mill Valley. They debated back and forth between the two properties and finally his father looked up at him, "Tom, I'm stuck deciding and wouldn't mind your input. Both houses are in good towns. Which house do you like better?"

The words almost thundered in Tom's ear then his heart raced but he could not figure out why other than it was important. Then it hit him and he said, "747 Cloverwood."

His mom asked, "Why?"

Tom knew better than to say what he was thinking, 'Because it's white.' He also thought, 'Where the heck did that come from?' Somehow it was so extremely important that it was critical. He needed to live at 747 Cloverwood. He had a plausible thought and said, "Uh... because it looked like there were more kids my age."

His father nodded, sat back and thought as did his mom.

*******

Friday, May 17. 1985 Three years and ten months after the dinner conversation between Tom and his parents.

Tom walked into the North County High Senior Prom at the Heron Creek Event Center with his girlfriend of nearly 4 years, Lisa. He was all smiles as Lisa had promised that because they were both now eighteen and he had been a wonderful boyfriend, tonight was the night for them to exchange their V-cards.

There were two ticket takers as they entered the lobby, a man with red hair on the left side and a woman with brown hair on the right. The man looked at them and smiled broadly as they approached and said with an Irish accent, "I see a lovely couple. I'll take yer tickets."

Tom looked at the man, felt a strange sense of deja vu, and asked, "Do I know you?"

The man raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile, "I'm from Ireland. Now, how would I know ye?"

Tom thought, but came up with no answer then shrugged, "I dunno."

Tom handed the tickets over then took five steps into the venue when he had a thought. He turned to say, "Hey maybe..."

Tom looked back and the man was gone, the only person there was the brown haired woman as the sound system played the Huey Lewis and The News song, 'Back In Time'...

.

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Hope 'Yer' smiling!

Happy St Patrick's Day!

TomH1966