I'm not planning on it." Straight Jezebel." I'm not, but shit happens." I just don't want your husband coming after me or his wife coming after you!" ...he least of my worries. I'm not in love with the man. You overreact, expecting the worse out of people. And you flirt with reckless abandon and don' trip off of having a wife while you're doing it." I flirt to help her out. Takes the pressure off." Get the fuck out of here! What's sad is I know you actually believe that malarkey. Can we leave. I was not exhausted, but i really needed something to take my mind off of things, to relax. So, i just rode my bike, with no idea where i should be going. I didn't wanted any friends around, nor did i want to be completely alone. Since it was a hot summer day, i finally decided to go for a swim in the river. There's a quite nice sandy beach near town, where the river takes a turn, with beer stands and sports facilities. There was quite a crowd there having fun, all ages, families, couples, etc.. I'd seen Brandy wearing this same top one time before and I'd remembered then what an effect it had on me to see her sexy full rounded breasts pressing out against the material. I rememeber before that she'd been sitting down at a desk when I'd walked up and I'd been able to look down into the split at the neckline and see the sexy hot swell of her ample breasts inside the bra she was wearing. Brandy also had on a slim pair of black pants that showed she had a figure now just as slim and as. But I want you to know: tomorrow will be the worst and longest day of my life, and I'm never going to get over it. Never."I moved forward to take her in my arms, but she stepped back. "No," she said. So I just stood there. "Millie," I said, low and quiet. "Do you trust me?" "I always did," she said. Her voice had a little quaver to it. She was near tears again. "Millie." I said again. She looked at my face, and I looked directly into her big, blue, red-rimmed eyes. "Do you trust me?" I asked.