Maybe even go further than before. I lay there in my bed facing away from him, to come to me. Actually the room lights up a bit from what I assume is ...is phone. I begin to hear his breathing, and the soft sound of skin on skin contact, and an even fainter sound of moans and grunts. He was totally watching porn and jacking off literally 5 feet away from me. My cock stood at attention. I couldn’t help but be a little curious as what he would do if he saw my boner. I turn over in my back and take. That's just a wall. My GOOD friends stay in touch. They PM me from time to time. They say, "Hey, George, how are you? I wanna talk with your smilin' face. Hit me some..." Are you that kind of friend? Do you want to get to know me, and maybe... you know, converse with me? Or... do you just like my avatar and think to yourself, "hey, that'd be a cool avatar to have on my wall. Next to all my dick friends." --Do you have mostly dick friends? Hmmm? What, do you think I'M a dick?! I. If she was indifferent, I was as well, and I never initiated contact that wasn't business related. We did have some short conversations that were cordial, and I detected a slight shift in her attitude as if she was starting to thaw. She actually smiled at me when I came in Monday and said, "Good morning Chris." Good morning Linda" I kept walking not waiting for an answer. When I got to my inbox outside the Colonel and Hattie's offices I saw her out of the corner of my eye, she was just sitting. It was the first time we had argued... well argue was perhaps too strong a word. Jessica and Steve were adamant they would prefer to go to the village first then the wreck. I told them I wasn't that fussed if I did not see the village; I was more interested in the wreck.I would of course have gone to the village, but Wayne quickly offered a solution. He was not too struck on visiting the village and suggested that maybe we could split up here. Jessica and Steve make for the village, Wayne and I.