.”Suman, kya ye thik he..”. She changed to chair and told..”par aap kya soch rahe ho”. Mene kaha “dekho..aap to janti ho..mera ek fast frien... bhi yahi rahta he, par me uske ghar isiliye nahi gaya ki..bhabhi akeli thi..aur vo bahar gaya he..”. She just bend before me and asked “to yaha kya pareshani he..”. Her cleavage fully visible and I seen she has removed her bra. Then I suspected something and said..”nahi ab kuchh nahi..sab thik he”. With this my pajaya started again to make tent.She looked. Then to my suprise and somewhat disappointment I then turned into the street I was staying but by now I didn't want to go home as my latent bi feelings wanted to let this guy know I was interested and available if he wanted me. My 'sane' side won out though and i said thanks i'm home now and turned to walk away damning myself for not having the guts to make my first gay sexual contact and here was it was as a reality if I had the courage. I might never get the chance again so could have kicked. " Hey, it's my house too." That's for the lawyers and a judge to decide. Now get your sorry ass out of my sight."I guess a man in the house with a gun made them nervous because instead of moving to the spare bedroom they left the house. I had a couple of stiff drinks and then I went to bed.I knew that our marriage was in trouble, but until that night I guess I didn't realize just how bad I'd let things get. Mary Kaye and I had been married twelve years and as marriages go it was probably like. To Delaney’s delight the estate sold the car to an auto museum. Delaney regularly ate out with the Cassidy’s from the apartment next to her and when she told them her job had ended, Joe asked over dinner, ‘What now?’ ‘I have no idea but I intend staying on here. I have enough money from my marriage settlement to never have to work again but I like working.’ ‘Go on Joe,’ Cheryl said. Joe sipped his red wine and then said importantly, ‘My sister is Cassandra Cassidy who anchors the 9:00 to noon.