Everyonearound us were laughing their asses off as he kept trying to act thoughand remind them that he was only doing it because it was part of thebet... I saw how insecure he was about it, so I made sure to rub it in andtell him what a pretty princess he was. I told him that he wasn'tallowed to wipe any of it off all night until he got home. I made sureto take plenty of pictures too. My phone must have like 40 pictures ofhis slutty face, lol! None of us could stop looking at his face for therest. It was just a bulb, hanging from the ceiling and it spread around just an halo of trembling light. I looked at the woman, hoping for some explanation but she simply pushed me against one of the shelves and started to kiss me.My eyes went wild for the shock. I felt the top of her breasts pressing against my chest and spreading some heat. The silk of her hijab caressed my skin. Somehow this kiss felt odd. Not only because of the situation, but mainly because, even though she tried to act as if. Charlie stared at Betsy knowing that she knew exactly how she ended up there.She answered, “I joined the Marines, I got shot, I got sent to the hospital in Oahu, I heard about this job, and stayed here after I was discharged from active duty.”“That’s an amazing story,” Betsy said. She turned to the woman seated next to Charlie and said, “I see that your name is Marge. Tell me a little about yourself.”“I’m Marge and ... uh ... I work here,” Marge said.“What did you do before coming to work. ‘I’m sorry Jim, I shouldn’t have done that. I have to get going now.’ ‘Jenn, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this.’ He backed away, went to his car, and drove off with a small wave. I got in my car and drove home, ashamed the whole way. How could I kiss my husband’s best friend? When I got home I went to bed and made myself a promise to never be alone with him again, and to go spend more time with Matt. The next few days I spent as much time as I could with Matt,.