Her family had moved into the neighborhood shortly after mine and despite our age differences we became great friends much to the dismay of her parent.... Her stopping by on the way home had become a regular routine for her. She would grab a Coke from the fridge, take a smoke from my pack on the workbench and light it. Then planting her firm bottom on one of the old bar stools against the bench, we would spend ten to fifteen minutes or so chatting about whatever was on her mind, mostly questions. A quiet gasp escaped from Joan's throat when Bill slid his hand around her body and cupped her right breast.She wasn't wearing a bra. She seldom wore a bra when not going out in public. Due to her petite size, she really didn't need one.Her nipples had already stiffened into small hard pebbles. When Bill gently pinched them, a audible groan came from Joan. She raised her chest toward Bill's hand. She whispered to him. "Let's go to the bedroom. We'll have more room in there."Joan started to sit. She was clearly crushed. I felt awful and I tried to tell her I was sorry, but polite Annie pretended it wasn't a big deal. She was fighting back tears and came up with an excuse to leave. I tried to give her a hug but she high-tailed it out of there as quick as she could.I felt terrible and started to worry about the future of our friendship-- what if she couldn't handle it? What if she decided it would be best for her to change schools? That's probably what I would do if I got rejected. And fuck, Brooke we’re prettier and better built than those two fucking whores.”I held Tina’s arm to keep her from confronting them, as we watched them walk towards the elevators with the hookers. Then I said, “Come on, Tina, let’s get to the Wynn. I’ll bet that we can attract men too.”We decided to keep our wedding rings on, because it seemed that it might be more exciting and fun for men to pick up married women. They’d probably get a thrill knowing that they were inseminating another man’s.