It was 12:25 p.m. and Ben was at the gym in search of a woman. Ben smiled at the brunette on the treadmill across the room. She gave him a very warm smile back and then pretended not to have noticed him. Ben glanced down at the monitoring device on his own treadmill and then at his watch to see how he was doing. Still five minutes left until he could make his move. The wait was now starting to be too much for him. There she was with her incredible tan, red track pants and white T-shirt. She wore her long golden brown hair down and let it bounce wildly as she stepped. Ben's heart was racing a mile a minute.

As Ben checked his watch one more time he felt someone's hand touch his arm. He only hoped that it was the brunette of his dreams. He looked up to see a stunning blonde looking into his eyes. "Oh!," he stammered, "did you want to use this machine?" "No," the friendly blonde woman replied patting his arm as she spoke, "I was just wondering if you could show me how to use this machine over here." Ben's eyes traveled quickly from his watch, to the brunette and just past the blonde. "Okay," he said, "It's quite easy." Ben flipped a switch on the blonde's treadmill and it began to move. "If you want to adjust the speed just turn this knob," Ben explained. "You're very handy, aren't you, uh, what was your name?" the blonde inquired. "It's Ben, " he answered, "I should warn you that I'm not really interested in you."

Ben turned quickly to check on the brunette. There was a guy talking to her. Ben couldn't believe that someone was moving in on her. He was starting to become a bit jealous. "I know what you're thinking!" the blonde interrupted. "You do!" Ben yelped in surprise. "Yes," she said, "You're trying to play hard to get." Before Ben could respond, she grabbed his cheeks and began pressing her lips against his. Ben was stunned. A million thoughts flashed through his head. He hadn't planned on things happening this way. Why did she have to be such a good kisser. Realizing the time that was passing Ben began to plan an escape, but it was too late, the kiss was finished. "My name is Rachael White," she introduced, "If you really are just playing hard to get, then meet me at seven o'clock on Saturday night at the Purple Swan Restaurant." She then turned around shaking her hips as she walked away.

In a panic Ben looked at his watch. It was 12:30p.m. Ben sprinted down the hall in the direction of the attractive brunette. He stopped behind a vending machine for a moment to clear his head. He looked on the other side of the vending machine and noticed that the man was still chatting with her. Ben looked once again at his watch. "12:32 p.m.," his watch read. "Come on, go away already, " Ben muttered. The man turned his head in the direction of the vending machine as if he had heard Ben's mutter. The man then turned back to the brunette, tilted her head upward with his hands and kissed her. Ben was now fuming. The man walked away and just as Ben was about to run after him; the man passed by a clock on the wall. It was 12:35 p.m.

Ben took a deep breath and walked toward the brunette. He brushed his fingers through his hair and then cupped his hand over his mouth and nose. "All clear!" he said to himself, " Play along and the answers will come." Ben approached the brunette and cleared his throat. As her eyes met Ben's he said, "excuse me Miss, I believe you left this by the door." "Left what by the door?" the woman asked. Ben then realized he wasn't holding anything and said, "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." Ben ran over to the door and grabbed a duffel bag off the floor next to it. He then returned to where the woman was standing."You left this over by the door," Ben restated. "I always put my bag next to the door," She explained. "Well, you may want to be more careful," Ben recalled, "If you leave things out of sight over by the door, it makes it easy for someone to steal them." "Like you for instance?" She asked. "I apologize for taking your belongings, how about I make up for it by buying you dinner." "Okay," she said, "How about on Saturday night at seven o'clock at the Purple Swan?" "And who do I have the pleasure of dining with?" Ben asked. "My names Lynn," she said while writing her phone number on his hand. "I'm Ben," he introduced. They smiled at each other and then he began to walk away. "Wait!" Lynn cried, "This isn't my bag."

It was 12:25 p.m. and Lynn was hoping someone special would notice her. She was wearing her smallest white T-shirt and her best fitting red track pants. She even decided to leave her hair down, hoping it might attract extra attention. She felt as though someone was looking at her. She turned her head and her eyes met those of a man with short, trendy brown hair. He smiled at her and she naturally smiled as a result. His smile was so charming it almost made her blush. Then she remembered that she didn't want to be too obvious. She then acted as though she hadn't noticed him. She noticed he was looking at his monitor and took the opportunity to examine him. He was about six feet tall and had broad shoulders. She could sense gentleness in his eyes. He had a sort of confidence about him that amazed her. His dark blue T-shirt had a low neck that revealed a sculpted chest covered just lightly with chest hair.

The man was now looking at his watch. Lynn was conscientious about time as well. She glanced down at her watch. She still had five minutes to wait. She felt as though she was experiencing the longest minute ever. She was amazed at how attractive he really was to her. She looked at him one more time to find that some blonde woman was talking to him. She didn't like this at all. She kept her eyes on them as much as she could. Not only were the two of them talking, but he was showing her how to work a treadmill. "What kind of ditz can't figure out how to start a treadmill?" she growled under her breath. "Excuse me beautiful," boomed a man's voice, "do you know how to work this thing?"

Lynn turned to see a muscular man with thick blonde hair. Without being conscious of it, Lynn found that she had already gotten off her treadmill and had a hand on the machine the man was going to be using. So as not to appear strange, Lynn decided to help the man. "Okay," she said, "It's quite easy." Lynn flipped a switch on the blonde's treadmill and it began to move. "If you want to adjust the speed just turn this knob," Lynn explained. "Thanks, Babe!" the man replied. Lynn had mixed emotions about the man. He was rude and blunt, which caused her to be insulted, yet also reached her inner wild side. Lynn shook her head back and forth in attempt to cast those thoughts away.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart," said the bad boy, "I'm picking up on all of your signals." Lynn was stunned. "Don't be afraid to express your feelings for me," he continued grabbing her shoulders and massaging them. He was conceited for sure, but he was incredible with his hands. She glanced over at the brunette only to see him kissing the blonde woman. Enraged, Lynn could only think of one thing, revenge. Lynn turned to face the muscleman and wrapped her lips around his. She soon realized how irrational she had been, but found herself unable to muster up the will to stop kissing him. He was making things incredible hard. Why did he have to be such a good kisser. Finally, he came up for air. "Hey, Babe, Saturday night, the Purple Swan, be there," said the great kisser, "chow!" "Come on, go away already!" a voiced called. The muscleman looked at one of the vending machines for a minute and then said, "The name's Kyle." He then gave her another kiss, leaving her weak in the knees.

When Kyle had left Lynn looked down at her watch. "Shoot," she pouted. Lynn then spotted the broad shouldered hunk coming her way. He brushed his fingers through his hair and then checked his breath using his mouth. Lynn then looked down pretending not to notice him. The man cleared his throat and her eyes caught his. "Excuse me miss, I believe you left this by the door," he said. "Left what by the door?" the Lynn asked. Looking at his hands the man said, "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." He ran over to the door and grabbed a duffel bag off the floor next to it. He then returned to where the Lynn was standing.

"You left this over by the door," He restated. "I always put my bag next to the door," Lynn explained. "Well, you may want to be more careful," He recalled, "If you leave things out of sight over by the door, it makes it easy for someone to steal them." "Like you for instance?" She asked. "I apologize for taking your belongings, how about I make up for it by buying you dinner," He offered. "Okay," she said, "How about on Saturday night at seven o'clock at the Purple Swan?" "And who do I have the pleasure of dining with?" He asked. "My names Lynn," she said while writing her phone number on his hand. "I'm Ben," he said. "Wait!" Lynn cried as Ben walked away, "This isn't my bag."

On Saturday at 7p.m Ben arrived at the Purple Swan Restaurant. He scanned his eyes in search of Lynn. He spotted Lynn and headed over to her table. "Hello Lynn," he said, "You look absolutely gorgeous." "Thank you," Lynn responded looking up from her menu. Ben took a seat and picked up a menu. Tonight Lynn's hair was a work of exquisite beauty. Each strand started out straight near the root and ended in a silky curl. Her dark brown eyes seemed to have an eternal depth. Her magenta lips were moist and sparkly. Her dress had thick straps running over her shoulders and was cut in a square just below her collarbone. "Are you ready to order?" asked the waiter. "Yes," Lynn answered, "I'll just have a salad." "House or Caesar?" asked the waiter. "Caesar, please," she clarified. "Anything to drink?" he asked. "Just water," she added. "And for the Gentleman?" he questioned. "Yes, I'd like some Oysters with a side of grapes for us to share," Ben explained. "Right away, sir," winked the waiter. "Oh, Benjamin, what's gotten into you?" giggled Lynn, "I don't quite remember that happening last time." "Some history is worth changing," Ben suggested.

Ben's smirk faded when he noticed someone sitting at the table behind his date. It was the guy she had been kissing the other day. What is he doing here?" Ben wondered. Ben soon noticed an upset look on Lynn's face. "What's wrong Lynn?" be inquired. "Nothing!" Lynn sobbed, "Please excuse me while I powder my nose." Soon Lynn was out of sight. Ben was ready for revenge, but where had that man gone? Ben stood up and looked around.

"Ben!" shouted a woman's voice, "You were playing hard to get." Ben turned around to find Rachael White sitting alone at the table just behind him. Rachael came over to Ben's table and filled the empty seat. Just then the waiter returned. "Here's the lady's salad and a side of grapes and oysters as you ordered, Sir." The waiter introduced. "I love a man who orders for me!" Rachael piped, "And the grapes and oysters will create the perfect atmosphere for later tonight." "Later? Tonight?" Ben gulped. "Rachael, I'm married!" Ben confessed. "MARRIED?" Rachael shrieked. "I tried to tell you before, but you wouldn't listen," Ben explained. "Oh, so it's my fault!" Rachael snapped. "No, it's my fault," groaned Ben, "Lynn and I were celebrating the week of our first wedding anniversary by re-enacting that day we met and our first date. Then while I'm at the other end of the gym she starts kissing some other man." By now Ben was sobbing. Rachael scooted her chair next to Ben's and embraced him. "I'm so sorry about that Ben," she comforted, "Forget her, I'm here now."

Just at that moment Ben felt his chair being pulled from underneath him. Looking up from the flour Ben saw the man who had kissed his wife. With the strength of his rage Ben lifted the man's feet off the ground. The man fell onto the floor and a brawl began. Soon Lynn spotted Rachael and jumped on her.

On Saturday at 6:55 P.M Lynn arrived at the Purple Swan Restaurant. She looked around in search of both Lynn and Kyle. She hoped not to find Kyle, knowing the temptation might be greater than she could handle. Lynn found a table and sat down. At 7P.M Ben finally arrived. "Hello Lynn," he said, "You look absolutely gorgeous." "Thank you," Lynn responded looking up from her menu. Ben took a seat and picked up a menu. Lynn had gone through great lengths to look her best for their date, she was glad he noticed. Lynn gave Ben a once over. "Yummy!" she thought. He was wearing a tuxedo. If there's one thing that drove Lynn wild, it was a man in a tuxedo. "Are you ready to order?" asked the waiter. "Yes," Lynn answered, "I'll just have a salad." "House or Caesar?" asked the waiter. "Caesar, please," she clarified. "Anything to drink?" he asked. "Just water," she added. "And for the Gentleman?" he questioned. "Yes, I'd like some oysters with a side of grapes for us to share," Ben explained. "Right away, sir," winked the waiter. "Oh, Benjamin, what's gotten into you?" giggled Lynn, "I don't quite remember that happening last time." "Some history is worth changing," Ben suggested. The last things Lynn needed right now were oysters and grapes. Yes it would be nice with just Ben around, but with the possibility of Kyle showing up, she didn't need her passions fuelled anymore that they already were.

Lynn soon noticed an upset look on Ben's face. His smirk had faded for some unknown reason. Then she noticed someone sitting at the table behind her date. It was the woman he had been kissing the other day. What is she doing here?" Lynn scoffed in thought "What's wrong Lynn?" Ben inquired. "Nothing!" Lynn sobbed, "Please excuse me while I powder my nose." Soon Lynn was out of sight. She dashed for the ladies room. Just outside the door someone called over to her. "Lynn, Babe, it's Kyle," that some one called out. Lynn stopped like a deer caught in headlights. Why couldn't she move. If she went into the ladies room she would be safe. So why wasn't she moving. Maybe it was the thought of that harlot chasing after her man.

"Lynn, what's with the tears, Doll face?" Kyle asked. "I'm married!" Lynn sobbed. "So, I don't think I'm seeing your point," Kyle replied. "My husband is over there with some WENCH!" Lynn clarified. "Look Babe," Kyle remarked, "I see you're hurting, and this marriage thing seems to be an issue for you, so I'll go make you a widow." "You will?" asked Lynn, worried and aroused at the same time. "You bet, now which one is he?" Kyle questioned. Lynn pointed in Ben's direction.

A moment later Kyle pulled the chair out from underneath Ben. Looking up from the flour Ben saw Kyle, the man who had kissed his wife. With the strength of his rage Ben lifted Kyle's feet off the ground. Kyle fell onto the floor and a brawl began. Soon Lynn spotted Rachael and jumped on her.

Finally, the owner of the restaurant was notified and the staff enlisted to hold the four away from each other. "What is the cause of all this?" demanded the restaurant owner. All four of them tried to answer at the same time. "Silence!" the restaurant owner shouted, "We'll start with the blonde muscleman." "I was just teaching this guy a lesson for cheating on his wife," Kyle said. "And how are you associated with this man's wife?" The mediator asked. "She's my date!" Kyle answered.

Next up for questioning was Ben. "Which one is your wife," the owner asked. "That one," Ben said, "If you can call her that." "How did you all end up in the same restaurant?" The man asked. "This is where my wife an I had our first date and it's our wedding anniversary," Ben replied. "Where do either of you get the nerve dating other people on your wedding anniversary in the very place you had your first date?" demanded the owner. "We were both supposed to be on a date with each other, not other people." "So why did you schedule two dates at the same time in the same place?" the owner continued. "Because this incredibly attractive blonde over here wouldn't take no for an answer!" exclaimed Ben.

"What's your story?" the owner asked stepping up to Rachael. "I approached her husband, not knowing that he was married. He told me he wasn't interested, which made absolutely no sense. I'm hot, who wouldn't be interested in me? So I kissed him and told him to meet me here and he did. The next thing I know, he tells me he's married and that this whole night was supposed to be a re-enactment of their first date." "Why are you still here?" the Owner inquired. "When he told me she had kissed another guy, I figured I could catch him on the rebound."

"Do you have anything you would like to say?" the owner asked Lynn. "Yes," Lynn said, "When I saw my husband kissing another woman, I kissed the blonde muscleman. I love my husband very much and I hope we can salvage both this night and our marriage." "I love you to Lynn," Ben said, "Let's just go home and forget this week ever happened." "Okay sweetheart," Lynn agreed.

Soon husband and wife left the restaurant and everything appeared normal. Every once in a while someone would look at Kyle or Rachael, wondering if there was anything left to see. Alone each of them sat. Kyle sat at one table, Rachael sat at another table. Kyle sat slurping orange juice through a straw, while Rachael sat sucking on grapes and oysters. "Are those any good, Babe?" Kyle called over to Rachael. "Why don't you come join me and see for yourself, hunk. As they sat together they noticed Ben's wallet lying on the table. "Check please!" Kyle called. As the waiter came over to their table, Kyle reached into the wallet and pulled out a credit card. "How about a trip to Vegas?" Kyle suggested. "I'm up for anything," Rachael smiled.

THE END.....OR IS IT?

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