No calls, nothing. How would you feel?” “Honestly, I would be super pissed, and would have caught an Uber an hour ago to go get my car, and I woul...’ve left her ass hanging out to dry in Las Vegas while I drove my ass home.” “I trust me, I’m pissed, but she has never been like this before. She has always been more conservative. And to just leave me for a random guy…we have been best friends since 1st grade.” She rambled and mumbled and cried and sobbed for the next hour. I really did understand. She took a deep breath, offered up a silent prayer to whatever god looked after rogue police officers and pushed open the door.For 11 o’clock on a thursday evening, the bar was surprisingly quiet. She had gone through Bob’s file at work and she knew this was his main hangout. She recognised Bob straight away from the photo on his file. He was sitting in the corner by the pool table, deep in conversation. He looked more attractive in real life than she had imagined. About 6 foot 2, lean, toned.. ..there was just something about you, something about those clothes. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”“Yeah...” Amber said with a smile.There was another long pause.“So, are you?” Heather asked, and Amber shook her head in response.“Nope,” she said. “I guess I’m just...exploring my dyke side a bit.”To the dismay of the gaggle of boys who had gathered outside the window, Amber closed the blinds, and helped Heather get up.“Oh dear...” she said, a pout appearing on her face. “You’ve gotten. ”As Jimmy explained it, the bottoms of his shorts had slid up a little when he was tossing and turning in his sleep, and his cock was visible running down one of his legs, and his balls were hanging down in the other. I couldn’t get that vision out of my mind, because he would have to be well hung to be showing his junk like that.I thought about that all weekend and came up with a way to satisfy my curiosity. We had just finished eating lunch together again on Monday of his second week, and I.