“I’m off for my break,” Jim shouted. He’d worked nonstop for the last four hours and the break was more than welcome. He made his way outside pulling up a chair and sucking in the fresh air as he slumped down. He watched the wedding guests, so deep in their animated conversations, laughing, drinking, and dancing. All the things that he should be doing on a Saturday night.  The door slowly opened. An attractive, foxy, redh...