If I'd had the experience then that I had now, I'd have known she was being just a little bit flirty. The type of flirting married women would do with...the barista at Starbucks, but would never act on. I moved to point at another line, and just barely felt the back of my wrist brush against her right tit. I pretended not to notice, mostly because it would have been weird to point out "HEY OOPS SORRY I JUST TOUCHED YOUR BOOB," but she actually leaned almost imperceptibly into it. The body. "No wonder he left control of everything to you! You sound just like him!" But he was, like, 80!" 77." He agreed, nodding. "Still could do all of us twice a day." There were several heads nodding around the dining room table. "Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you own it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years. One night, at about 1 am, i forwarded her a simple message, hoping for her to reply. I waited and waited for half an hour and as i was about to loose hope, my mobile vibrates, and there she was, online. “U still awake?”, she asked me and thus started our whatsapp conversation.In a few days, we started to chat a lot and got very close to each other. One day, she asked me, all the time i keep talking to her, doesn’t my gf complain; i told her that to complain i need to have gf first and she was. I poured two glasses of whiskey and took the time to reflect on what she had said. Handing her a glass, I asked the obvious. “What did you mean when you said we all kiss his ass? Who were you talking about?” “Never mind,” she sounded miserable. “Just forget I said it.” She looked up at me and I took a few moments to study her face and realized that she was actually very pretty. Without the bun, her shoulder-length hair framed an unblemished face. Now, without the office tensions and in.