Quar1/4er to thr3e on a Saturday afternoon, and i am stopping by ol'McCarthy's for a quick lunch and beer.  Smothered around the rectangular bar sit about a doz12en "regulars".  The bartender (i never even bothered to get her name) is a middle aged curvy woman who hasn't realized that your youth of her twenties20's disappeared over a decade ago...her skin is surprisingly clear.  Everyone knows everyone, with one exception...that would be I.  My mental sketch pad at hand, i listen to the various follies of their daily lives.  Ralph, the mid thirties fella sitting across from me...his wife left him over two2two years ago...his sadness still lingers, and his grief is at hand for the world to witness.  I overheard his saga...
After his separation he meets Amy.  Young (just older then college age young), with red hair, curves, and a chest you would swear was made from Mattel.  His new excuse to forget about his wife, was short lived, yet still fun...Ralph's new friend Amy shortly thereafter introduces him to some of her friends...He meets Jody.  She's young too.  Jody is sweet and intuitive.  Plain, yet still attractive in looks.  A natural athletic build, that has yet to fulfill it's potential.  Jody is plagued with a romantic heart, and a soul that strums its cord with a hand of a goddess.  She sees the beauty that Ralph offers.  Ralph enjoys every moment but seeks no romance...and then one night, these two lost souls connect with a touch only a St Gordon can bestow.  The next morning, Ralph reasons only with regret..."i can't be the bad guy"...Jody has a sister, who gets introduced to Ralph.  Her name is Mandee...and Ralph is smitten.  He begs, pleads, and grovels...Mandee is not flattered nor charmed...Yet she still with her hand holds the string to Ralph's little fragile h e a r t.
What a situation...Jody is chasing Ralph, Ralph's eyes follow Mandee...and they all know Amy...what's going to happen next?