She was out on a weekly ritual with several of her girlfriends. They had been getting together since shortly after she married Ryan year, but not ever...one went out every week. Typically, their night centered on lots of talking and sometimes a club. Occasionally, a man would move in and try to pry somebody away from the group. The women expected each other from time to time to talk to, and perhaps even leave with a man. Even though they all had a male partner at home, they enjoyed unspoken. Their eyes hurt from all of the TV they had been watching as well and they were going to get ready for bed. Sean went upstairs to his own bathroom to take a shower, while Chris went to the downstairs bathroom to wash up, as well.When Sean came out of the bathroom, Chris was making a bed on the floor where he would sleep; Sean would sleep in the bed. But, unlike Sean, Chris hadn't bothered to put a shirt on when he got out of the shower. He had on only his boxershorts to sleep in."Yo, I'm not. . it must be... uncomfortable, I guess," she told him, uncertainly."It's ok," he reassured her, "quite nice, really," he grinned back.Her hands continued to explore him. She eased her hand around it, and felt the domes on his shorts snap open with the strain. Giggling, she grabbed him with both hands and pressed against it with her body.Angela stifled a laugh. She didn't appear to know what her 'proper' reaction should be. Instead she drifted between laughter, concentration and wonderment. She. I knew I had her, because she always loved seeing me all dressed up in a fancy suit…claimed it made her swoon. That was probably because I hated getting dressed up, and did my best to avoid such occasions. Finally, she agreed to do it, even as she gave me a side-long glance, as if in disbelief.So, everything was set: we both got off early from work on Fridays during the summer. We had plenty of time to eat, shower, and change into our wedding outfits, then arrive at the park before dusk.