I really wasn't all that keen on taking her back, first, because I think reunions are stupid - my tenth taught me that - and second, I did not want to...take her back because of who she was when she was in high school.Brett was the class slut! Actually, that's not really true - Brett was the school slut! She didn't know that I knew that about her and I never had any intention of letting her know that I knew. Brett was three years behind me in high school and we didn't move in the same circles so,. To be referred to as a friend. Even if it was just afledgling relationship. I'd never needed friends before. But I was sofragile now. So different. So seemingly dependant on others."I'd like to meet Marty," I say. Not specifically responding to herthought, but affirming it nonetheless."And I'd like to meet Kevin," she responds in kind. "How convenient ourrosters are identical. Let's say Friday after our boys have done their 9to 5 working weeks. My place for dinner?"***Thoughts of friends and. She must have seen the misery on my face as she laughed and told me her husband would be home soon but why didnt I come round tomorrow at lunchtime to do some more work on my plane? I couldnt believe it, was this woman inviting me round at a time when her husband was at work? Would I finally get the chance to see what sex was all about?I mumbled that I'd see her tomorrow and rode my bike home in a daze, all that night I tossed and turned and I must have wanked myself half a dozen times. I had. I went back upstairs and did all of the things that I had been instructed to do. My roommate came in just as I was finishing. He was the man from the gate."Hi," he said, "I'm Mike."Hi," I answered, "Bill. Do you know where the seamstress is located?" Suzie?" he asked. "Sure. You headed there?" Yes. I need to get patches sewn on this shirt," I told him."Bring your other one," he told me "She may need the patches." Oh yes, bring your 45 also," he added. I saw him tuck his own 45 in his waistband.