Bud was a looker. Tall with jet black hair and flashing blue eyes. Pam thought he looked like a druid. His hair fell in waves to his shoulders. His beard was perfectly manicured. Paula preferred it immensely to the fu man chu he’d sported when they first met. He spoke with decisiveness always and carried himself confidently and erect. He worked at the local plant and came home dirty every day. He would shower for an hour, coming out squeaky clean. He took special care of his manicure. Pam loved his...