She was very nervous about this, so I explained the situation I had in mind. She would just be friendly with them, let them know that her husband was ...laying pool and didn’t have time for her, and her friends left, so she is just bored. I told her to sometime ask to borrow that guy’s cellphone, say that her phone is dead, lost, whatever – make a random call and head to the restrooms. When she got there, hang up, take her shirt and bra off, and take a picture of her rack held up, and save it on. "Alright... this is one of the things we broke up over, you know." What?" The way you can just 'switch' from one mode to another. Party girl to girlfriend back to party girl, into 'friend'... it's, disconcerting." It's not easy, you know... I feel weird about this too, I do. I just... once it's over, I have to get on with my life... so do you." Yeah... you know, strange as it is, I think it might actually make it easier." Really?" Yeah... I always hated the guilty feeling after a break-up... if. I got down on the floor and crawled under the sink to survey the problem. I sat down on the floor next to Bill and showed him how to assemble the pieces. I laid back down on my back and had him pass me the parts. Things got a little crowded when he tried to get under the sink to see, so I backed out a little so only my head was still under. We got it put together, and he told Gloria to turn on the water. With both of us under foot she had to straddle me and bend over a little to reach the. Of course, if he met her needs, he would also fit mine. So I innocently told her that she was to come over for supper on Saturday. She eagerly accepted the invitation, no doubt anticipating a night of unbridled sex with Jordan and myself."Enough chit chat. Haul your ass to the bathroom and draw a bath for us with plenty of bubbles while I get us a drink."She soon returned with a bottle of sparkling wine and proceeded to strip out of her clothes."Wine so early?" I questioned."Why not? I will.