Its a great day for a football game, even if it is spring. The weather's great up in the hills, the bowl stadium is a beautiful place to spend an afternoon.

We all go back to the house after the game. Josh shows up, large and strapping, clean cut with his jocko flattop. I can't really remember his name and its kind of embarassing -- I knew him when he was not so large and strapping and he remembers me well and I can barely remember him. I guess thats always the way it is. At least I remember him.

He goes into the back room and I putter in the kitchen for a while, loosely prepping snacks and something that might be dinner at some point. I can tell he's getting his fuck on and a while later Kathy comes in from the back.

Clearly, she too has been fucking. Chances are good its Josh. He's kind of her type; young, strapping.

She grabs some water and she looks as beautiful as ever, tan skin flushed with the afterglow of sex.

Then it occurs to me: if she's sleeping around on her husband with this lug then maybe I have a chance. I am eager to see if I do.

Maybe revising old times will be a good thing after all.