She tried to pay for it, but Tony insisted it be put on his tab. They chatted effortlessly about everything and anything, their close friendship evid...nt in their body language. As the alcohol started taking effect, they became sillier and more affectionate. And much more daring. ‘So tell me Tony, on a scale from 1 to 10, one being just a co-worker and 10 being utterly in love with me, where do you fall?’ Kristy asked giggling, trying to be serious, but failing miserably. ‘1 to 10? Hmmm, let. Without the direct threat of mafia war, ginning up a reason to get Winnie down here was questionable. If I was going to reconnect with her, I was going to have to be direct and to the point – whatever the point was...As long as Mr. Bell was alive, there would be no Millie in my arms. And that was as it should be. I could love her from afar and live with it, because I knew the future, or at least thought I did. I was changing the future day by day, so it wasn't what it was, and there were going. I had thought a lot about what happened in the days since and had been mixed about the whole thing. On the one hand I was sure that I was in to girls, but on the other hand I couldn’t shake how warm and turned on I felt when I closed my eyes and thought about the image of Rich’s body in the night and the sound of his big hand gliding back and forth over his thick cock and how him talking dirty to me had made me cum and how easily I went along with it, and how hot I found it that he shot his cum. Most people worked. When she was out working in her yard, few cars drove by, few people walked by on the sidewalks. I wanted to walk up to her house, peer in through the windows to see how she lived, but didn't dare. I didn't want to be seen before I was ready. And I was almost ready.I left the house that Sunday after her husband left. I came back the next day, just after nine in the morning as she would be just getting back from dropping the kids off, people would be at work, and it would be.