Boyfriend. Part 8

“One of those you wanted me to stand between?”

“Exactly and you did a marvelous job of it.”

One of my questions, or maybe both of them, were answered in the course of the evening. People kept coming by the table to say hi to Constance. It turned out that she was the secretary/treasurer of one of the charities that would be receiving funds from the affair. And, as mentioned before, Jim was a big supporter of charities and that’s probably how they knew each other.

When things started breaking up I took Constance home. I walked her to her door and as I turned to leave she grabbed me and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek, but lip to lip and it made me weak in the knees. She broke it and said:

“Thank you Bob. I had a great time. See you at work on Monday.”

I didn’t even make it a block from her place before I had to pull over to the curb and relieve myself. I spent the weekend remembering that Friday night and wishing to God that Constance was not married.<