That night, urged by Laura’s singing, I again went to her door. This time she was wearing sheer lingerie and looking sexy as hell. She let me in and...gave me an analyzing squint. “Something’s wrong. I’ll fix you a drink and you can tell me about it.”I watched her shapely ass as she went into the kitchen. While I heard the clinking of glasses and bottles I looked around her apartment. I didn’t want to talk about sad stuff. Maybe some music would set the mood. I opened a cabinet, hoping she had a. It is an unwritten law in our house that I am responsible for clean up; a task I enjoy. That done, I help her up and we hug and kiss for a long moment. Crawling back into bed with her head on my shoulder she says in a small voice, “What about Tammy?”I am a little surprised but quickly agree to ask her.The next evening at about the same time, I take our smaller dog for a walk. You guessed it, right over to Tammy’s house to ask about sitting with dogs at our house next week. I took the littler. Walking out to the parking lot was like being in a tunnel, my vision seemed so narrow, I was so nervous, but wanted it so much. I felt like I was in slow motion as I scanned the parking lot, looking for Jordan’s car. Then, there off to the side, I saw it. I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ears, each step seemed to take minutes. Driven by lust, driven by years of hidden urges, I found myself getting into the passenge seat of his car. “Yeah, I knew you would come” he said then unzipped. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on, and hoping Courtney would rally and be ready for some fun. Unfortunately, when they came out after a couple minutes, Courtney stumbles over to our twin bed, face plants, and passes out. Jessica hops in bed under the covers and goes back to texting. I'm left standing between the beds, completely devastated that the opportunity has now passed. What could have been an epic night had totally fizzled because Courtney can't pace herself.