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(Disneyclips.com) 5. Sex after Fifty “Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.” -- Marilyn Monroe Episode 1: The Three Musketeers [Three men sit at a dinning table in a private club, near the end of their regular monthly lunch gathering. They are former high school buddies and have known each other for over 30 years. George is tall and pale and goofy looking (he holds a senior post in the Civil Service and finds his work very, very boring); Charles is medium built, well-tanned with the face of a bulldog (he is a successful businessman who plays golf every weekend); James is short, with a baby face that is considered handsome (he is a lawyer specialized in divorce cases and gets facial treatment three times a week). This tall- dark- and handsome trio share a great deal in common: they have achieved a certain level of success in their chosen field; they are balding at the top, bulging at the middle and are all “happily” married. As this story unfolds, you’ll find that they share much more than meet the eyes -- but that is for later.] “It’s a great lunch, guys. You know, if not for you – Charles, I don’t think I can ever have lunch at this prestigious club,” said George [both hands rubbing his belly in a slow, circular motion.]
“I’m glad you like the food here, George. Next month we’ll have lunch at James’ club, and then you know what ‘prestigious’ mean!” said Charles [He signals the waiter for his bill.]
James: “Kid us not, Charles. This club is exclusive for rich businessmen. My club is for the working poor --”
“The working poor!” interrupted Charles, “Yes, lawyers like you are WORKING to turn rich husbands into POOR bastards, ha!”
“Well, someone has to take care of the ladies, or they’ll be out on the streets!” retorted James.
[Everyone breaks out laughing in a show of male camaraderie. George raises his glass for a toast --]
“Let’s have a toast. We, the three musketeers --”
[The other two men also raise their glasses, and in unison, they chant the lines they always chant at their monthly luncheon for the past 30 years:]
“One for all, and all for one --
True brothers ‘til our days are done!
Love and honor one another --
The three musketeers live for ever!”
[The waiter comes. Charles signs for the bill, and gets up from his chair.] “Sorry, guys, I must leave now. I’ll be going to Shenzhen tomorrow for a weekend of golf, and I need to take care of something at the office this afternoon.”
“That’s okay, happy golfing in Shenzhen!” the two men said.
[They keep their eyes on Charles until he disappears into the hallway.]
“Happy golfing -- and happy philandering too!” they mused together.
“George, I feel sorry for Winnie -- I really do. Charles married the prettiest girl in our class. He, with the face of a bulldog, should know he’s the luckiest man alive! Yet, he’s whoring every weekend in Shenzhen.”
“James, we both know what Charles’ up to on his golfing trips. He keeps a handful of mistresses in Shenzhen. I don’t think he spends more than a couple of hours on the golf course when he’s up there.”
[Pause] “George, I need to tell you something -- I’m afraid Winnie isn’t taking this lying down if you know what I mean.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, last Saturday night, my wife and I went to the musical at the Cultural Center. When we were walking out at the end of the show, I saw Winnie with a man. They were at some distance away, but I knew it was Winnie, and they were holding hands like only lovers would.”
“Are you sure it’s Winnie? How can you be so sure? You haven’t seen her for quite awhile.”
“I’m pretty sure, George. They were at a distance, but I took out the binoculars…”
“You what?” George almost screamed.
“Yes, I always bring my binoculars when I go to a stage performance. So I looked at them through my binoculars. They both had sun-glasses on, but I was sure the woman was Winnie.”
“Did you have a good look at the man?”
“Well, he’s tall, about your height, with a full head of hair and wore a moustache -- [Pause] -- now, come to think of it, I bet he’s wearing a disguise -- that son of a gun!”
“OK, James, I think we should keep this to ourselves until we can be sure. We certainly don’t want Charles to know any of this. He’s got such a temper, you know. Something like this can ruin a marriage for sure. You should know -- you‘re a divorce lawyer!”
“Of course I won’t tell anyone, George. I tell you because we’re old friends, and I know I can trust you.”
“That’s right, James. You can trust me. Let’s keep this between the two of us. Now, I must get back to my office.”
“You want me to drop you off?”
“No, I’ll take a cab. Thanks, anyway.”
[They get out of the club. James heads to the car park. George gets into a taxi. As soon as the taxi pulls away, George takes out his mobile and punches the keys and holds the phone to his ears.]
“Winnie, listen. I’ve got important news for you. James, our dear friend, spotted us last Saturday night at the Cultural Center.”
“What? Oh, my God!”
“He’s sure that he saw you, but he couldn’t identify me because of my wig and sunglasses -- and my moustache. I told you to put on more disguise when we go out, Winnie! This one is a close call! We need to be more careful from now on…starting from the next time we meet.” “We’ll meet this Saturday at the usual time and place?”
“Yes.”
“I love you, honey!”
“I love you too. Kiss! Kiss!” [He blows a couple of kisses at his mobile and puts it into his pocket. He glances at the rear- view mirror, and catches the taxi driver eyes-to eyes shooting him a look that is subtle but certainly disdainful.]
- To be continued - |
