We were attending a three-day trade show in Orlando. My wife usually accompanies me on these trips and explores the venue as we set up our booths. While wandering around she met a man (late 60's) on Thursday afternoon, our set up day, who happened to be a teacher as she was. He was from Texas and most of her relatives live there. He came to Orlando with a company that was selling books. He wasn't working the booth, but knew the owner who let him accompany them. She hung out with him as I finished the display with my two assistants. After we had everything ready, the two working with me went out to get something to eat. My wife brought him to our booth, introduced Bill to me, and asked if I minded if three of us could do dinner together that night. We all went out for a quick bite, then back to our rooms to sleep. She talked some about him, but mostly in generalities.
On Friday, they both visited the all the other booths and displays while we continued working our ours. The three of us went out again and talked about the show. It was going well and people were happy with the attendance.
The event was also hosting a Saturday evening semi-formal dinner/dance for the exhibitors. After we closed up for the day, my two helpers decided to skip the dance and went out for drinks. My wife and I went to our room to take showers and change then went to the place a little early to get a good seat. She saw Bill come into the crowded room a little later and invited him to sit with us. After ordering his drink, we began talking about ourselves. He told me he loved coming to these larger educational trade shows. He spent most of the time talking to my wife and looking at her. When we go out like this, she usually wears small, low-cut spaghetti- strapped dresses and had on one tonight. The more we drank the more he opened up. He told me I was so lucky to have a beautiful wife. He also said that his wife has medical, weight, and emotional issues and pretty much lived her own life now. He looked so forlorn as he explained how much he missed their intimate time together. His teaching experiences were not going well, either, as the students were so unruly. By this point my wife was feeling really bad for him and kept touching his arm and telling him how sorry she was for how his life is going. He kept ordering drinks for us as the evening progressed. The music started playing a slower song and he asked me if he could dance with my wife. I told him it was her decision and she arose to go to the dance floor with him. After a couple of songs, they both returned.