He told me ALL about you while I was here, spoke so highly of you, bragging about how gorgeous you are, how fit you are with all your training for wor...… even showed me one of your dirty magazine photo shoot pictures… very, very lovely I must say. He was looking me right in the eyes, while sitting there on the side of our bed, his right hand very close to my leg that was covered by the doona. He was examining me, I could feel it, his eyes piercing into me, even in this darkened room, like he was. I do not believe either of us thought about it, but fifteen minutes later we were kissing passionately, and I was sliding her nightshirt off. It took a bright lightning flash as we were kneeling on the bed in panties and kissing to bring us to our senses."Oh god, Rebecca," Monique said as she realized what was happening. "I'm sorry."I looked at her for a moment and whispered. "Me too, but not for kissing you.I'm sorry that I cost you Jason. I'm sorry that you have to put up with me. I've done. She pulled me in some direction, my eyes were still wrapped up. I followed her holding her hands. She moved me closer and took my hands up with hers which ended up on a wall. Yes, she was leaning against a wall with her hands up and free for me to explore.I followed her hands from the top till her shoulders. From the sideways of my first two fingers of my both hands. I took them into her wet, moist, smelly and very little stubbly armpits. I slowly laid my fingers on them.I rubbed them slowly. “One step at a time. We were friends a long time before that happened.”“A girl can hope. Besides, it’s been almost a year. I have certain needs!” she giggled.“No promises, except that we’ll talk. We need to reconnect. Friends?”“Friends!”“See you in a month, Jen,” I said.We said our goodbyes and hung up. It was too late to call Kara, but I’d call her in the morning. I wrote in my journal, trying to make sense of the evening. Life was complicated, but I was learning. Things hadn’t really changed.