George opened the door to admit his beautiful wife.  She looked a little harried carrying a number of bags of food and George wondered exactly how much she had spent on the evenings festivities.  But as he followed her to the kitchen he lost the desire to make an issue of it, they would just have to skip their usual dinner out next week.<br/><br/>George helped Vicki to unload the food onto the counters and once it was all open he took Vicki by the shoulders, kissed her square on the lips and said, "This all looks wonderful.  Go.  Change.  I will finish this set-up, you grab the wine from the basement when you are dressed."  Vicki looked like she would argue for a moment, but then left to get changed.  George took their large serving platters out, including the one that looked like a fish, and artfully arranged the smorgasbord his wife had purchased.  Lightly covering it with plastic wrap, he tossed the plastic shells and pulled out the wine glasses.  He was pretty certain somewhere in there he had heard his wife head down to the wine rack in the basement.<br/><br/>George was not entirely looking forward to this evening.  He barely remembered Fred from college.  Fred was always one of his wife's acquaintances, and they had never really talked.  And the woman who was coming over, George didn't even know her name.  Oh, Vicki had probably mentioned it to him once or twice, but the information had slipped easily from his mind.  George had particular opinions of some of the ladies in that Women's Club of Vicki's.  He was sure half of them were radical bull-dyke feminists, but he had refrained from saying anything to Vicki, since she seemed to really enjoy her time there.   George looked over the food again and waited for his wife to return.