Have you had anything to eat yet?" she asked. "No, I was going to grab a meal at the pub. I know you don't like the mess I make when I cook!" She laughed loudly, "I was going to suggest you do that but you know me so well!" We chatted for a while before hanging up and as we did so I realised how easy it had been to conceal the biggest secret I had ever kept from her. I didn't dwell on this for too long, I was beginning not to recognise myself anymore. I strolled over to the pub and being Saturday night it was packed. Mostly they were younger people filling up on booze at pub prices before going onto the clubs where the drink prices were hiked up tremendously. I worked my way through to the bar and ordered a pint and a curry and carrying my drink protectively through the press I found a small table to sit at. Waiting for the curry to arrive I indulged in one of my favourite pastimes of people watching, especially the young girls in their clothes that seemed to be designed to be just decent. After a few minutes a young waitress struggled through the crowd carrying a plate high in the air and calling, "Chicken curry! Who ordered a chicken curry?" I waved my arm and called, "Over here please!" She came over and put the plate down, she looked totally harassed and fed up so I said to her, "Bet you'll be glad when you're shifts finished won't you?" She rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it! It's frantic in here tonight!", then she suddenly put her hand on her forehead and sighed, "Oh no! I've forgotten your chutney, I'm sorry I'll go back and get it for you." I felt so sorry for her so I said, "No, it's OK, I don't eat the chutney anyway and you've got more than enough to do so leave it." and I gave her a tip. Her face brightened, "Oh thank you, that's really kind of you. The next time you're in I'll take good care of you!" then she smiled and disappeared back into the crowd. It was a good curry and I was enjoying it as I carried on studying all the customers there when the door opened and a couple walked in and made their way to the bar. They looked to be about my age and were both very attractive and were smartly dressed in what looked to be expensive clothes. I watched them idly as they reached the bar and the man ordered drinks, as he did so the woman turned and looked searchingly around the bar. She was dark haired with a fine figure shown to perfection in a little black dress and had considerable presence. As she looked around her gaze settled on me and I was amazed to see her give me a slight smile, I was further amazed when she walked over to me. I stood to greet her. "Hello," she said, "aren't you Liz's husband?" 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