They know Sarah as a young bimbo, almost a trophy wife

"My God, Tom!," Bruce exclaimed, shaking his head. "Where the hell did you find her? I still don't understand how you ended up with THAT? She's amazing!"

Tom smiled at his friend's envy and confusion. "Yeah, she's something else," he responded in a very satisfied tone.

Bruce tore his gaze from her to look back at his friend. "Ten years....I don't get it. How you managed to marry - and keep - her is a mystery to all of us." He smirked and added "I guess it's because she's dumber than a bag of bricks."

Tom gave a mock glare. "Hey! That's my wife you're talking about." He grinned. "But yeah, that's one of the great things about her."

Tom and Bruce chatted while continuing to watch Sarah. A couple of their other friends joined them with some beers. After several minutes of this, Tom noticed Bruce's wife staring daggers at him. "Hey Bruce," he whispered, jabbing his friend with an elbow, "Maybe you should reign it in. I dont' think Jessica approves."

Bruce sighed. "Tom, you know I think Sarah is the sweetest thing. But really all our wives barely tolerate her. I mean, think of the girls Sarah usually hangs with. Jessica says they're all "vapid, shallow, sluts." At Tom's shocked expression he hastened to add "Hey, not me, I think she's great! But it's probably best she isn't really, uh, perceptive, you know .... that she doesn't seem to get how our wives feel about her. Not like she sees them much anyway."

As Bruce stepped away to mollify Jessica, Tom pondered what he'd learned. What was Sarah's life now - her friends, lifestyle, habits? He hadn't considered how different her life might be as a 20-something bimbo instead of an almost 40 year old professional. Now he really wanted to find out more.