They had been seeing each other for a few years but never got married or engaged. Despite them splitting up I remained close with him and at times he ...as more like a brother than anything else. At the time I often stayed over at his house some weekends since my school friends were closer and I could spend more time with my friends. It was a fairly nice august evening and it was pretty warm outside however I wasnt out. I was constantly texting my friend who was having man troubles and thats when. ” I moved across to the other side of the kitchen to near where Brad was seated, sat on a chair and picked my foot up to look at the sole, saying, “I think I stood on something... oh well, may be not.” Brad’s eyes almost jumped out of his head as he got a full view of my sole and I could feel my nipples start to harden slightly under my T shirt. Even better still, I could see from in his shorts that he was enjoying it, not much, just a small movement. I thought, “what the heck, let’s see if we. Now I had to calm her. Again! Fucking Otto. We arrived at my house with me riding in back of the Benz cuddled with Gwen and Bailey. I was profoundly weary. Gwen looked into my tired eyes as she helped me out of the car, and promptly supported me through the front door. Once inside, Bailey and Angel took charge, leading me to the big bedroom. As Bailey knelt in front of me, stripping me, I turned to Jennifer Angel with a question that had been bothering me. "Angel, Otto must have been very busy. Starting a marriage with this kind ofsecret is just about the worst thing you could do! You have to tell himhoney. I can't and won't do that for you. Something like that has to comefrom you. Now, go out there and find him and tell him! Tell him that youlove him dearly, then tell him the truth. You'll know what kind of man heis by his reaction."Greg saw me crying and gathered me by the arm, taking me out to thebalcony."What's the matter honey? Did somebody hurt you?" No, it's not that. I have to.