This is Kyle, a friend from the football team. He helps me out around here once in a while.”“Hi, Kyle. It looks like log-splitting is a good worko...t. Say, Brad, do you have a minute?”I pulled Brad aside and talked to him quietly. This wasn’t easy, but I wasn’t exactly thinking with the big head. I decided to simply take the bull (so to speak) by the horns.“Look, I know what happened with you and Mrs. Miller the other day.”A wave of fear swept across his face.“Relax. I’m not mad. In fact, I take. Imagine my surprise when after fifteen minutes, someone knocks the door…“May I come in?” asks Kristina, when in fact she was already in without waiting for my answer. “I cannot sleep, and I would like to talk to you a little bit more” she said. She was wearing an ample t-shirt, obviously not wearing a bra beneath. I couldn’t see any shorts, so I guessed she was wearing just panties. I could notice some tanned and round legs.“S---sure” I answered “but… What about your husband?” I asked.“Don’t. The way I was touching her, the way I didn't talk to her, the way I just pulled her from place to place and holding her fiercely enough to hurt every time she lost her balance... She started to sob quietly, knowing that something was wrong. She just couldn't figure out how much wrong it was."D-Did I do something wrong?" She asked when the first tears started to roll down her cheeks, but I didn't answer. Soon as we were inside I asked her dryly to put her hands together up her head and I buckled. "I think it's sweet that you're always looking out after her the way that you do," Michelle told me as I felt her hand reach out running a finger down my arm as she said it. "By the way, did you bring a suit?" she asked."A suit?" Yeah, you know, something to go swimming in later on," she asked inquisitively. I knew Kathy's parents had a very large swimming pool in the back yard, but I hadn't considered the fact it might be part of the festivities, especially as Steve hadn't mentioned anything.