A dinner date.

Bill and I were the envy of all of the men in restaurant when we arrived surrounded by six gorgeous women wearing floral sundresses that accentuated their feminine curves. A cute blonde waitress showed us to a table next to the window. Katsumi and Emma sat on either side of Bill while Brooklyn and my wife sat next to me.

After ordering, the girls discussed why they chose to come to Sybaris instead one of the other Jamaican resorts -- they kept glancing back at Bill and I when they mentioned getting laid. Daniela asked Julia and Katsumi about their upcoming wedding, which led to advice from our wives on how to plan for the big day. As the women continued with their girl talk over glasses of wine, Bill and I casually scouted the restaurant for other hot chicks. Unlike our wives we didn't develop and master a silent language or telepathy, so it was a bit too obvious when we stared too long at an attractive woman coming into the restaurant.

For a moment I thought Bill was going to make a move on some chick he was eyeing when he suddenly stood up but then I spotted who he was looking at -- the same old man that were harassing Daniela and Brooklyn on the beach. I may be almost as tall as him but I wasn't as built despite going to the gym on a semi-regular basis.

"Dude, what do you want?" Bill asked gruffly.

"Pussy," the old fart replied back, his breath reeking of ****.

"Honey..." Emma started and reached out to grab his wrist, worried about what her husband would cause a scene, but he brushed her hand away.

"Look elsewhere, dude," Bill scowled, standing half a foot over the old man.

"You have six chicks," the old man seethed, waving his hand at our table. "You can afford to let me have one!"

I stood next to Bill not only to block the old man from our wives and friends but possibly to hold Bill back. "You're drunk, man," I suggested. "Don't make a scene. Walk away."

"You cockblocked me from those two girls on the beach!" the old man hissed, stabbing his finger at Bill's muscular chest.

"They're our friends and not pussy for you to fuck," Bill seethed, trying to hold in his anger as he clenched his right hand into a fist. "Turn around and walk away. Now."