Memoirs of a Bull Part II
Jim turned out to be more nervous than I was. Mary formally introduced us and we shook hands. His handshake was limp despite having large calloused hands. “How about getting us a drink darling?” Mary asked him, “Bill will have a red wine.” Jim edged away nervously looking at us standing there holding hands. I could hardly imagine just how it might feel to see your wife standing there holding hands with another man. I knew how good it felt to be in my position as I held her hand and watched...