We tell jokes, dirty and otherwise. Nothing too amazing about our relationship.Her husband had recently passed away. Well, not very recently. Over a y...ar ago. She had begun to drink a little heavier than just casual. Calling me several times in the last year to cry on my shoulder on the phone. “How do you cope?” I asked on one of her good days.“It isn’t easy.”“I gather, but how do you do it?” I pressed.“On a really bad night,” she laughed, “I get drunk.”“What about moderate days?”“I try to keep. ’”“I pulled a chair from a nearby table and set it at their table opposite the brunette. ‘You really see auras?’ she asked.”“‘I guess,’ I answered. ‘At least there is a color that seems to envelope each of you.’”“‘Do these auras ever change?’ the brunette asked with a really strange smile.”“‘Sometimes,’ I said haltingly, ‘actually quite often.’ I paused and then said, ‘I guess it depends on what is on your mind or whatever. I don’t really know how it works.’”“The brunette smiled at me and then. After a few minutes, Will walked out of his office with his tall, proud strut and picked out of the three remaining desks the one that was diagonally across from AJ’s. AJ felt like this was purposeful so they would be able to see each other and not have a divider between them. Will logged into his computer and the two sat in silence.The silence was broken only by the sound of the phones ringing and whoever the call went to, talking to the caller about whatever problem or issue they were facing.. Alice knelt on the bed, hands between her legs, gently stroking her sex as I joined her on the bed, kneeling and facing her. We looked at each other as if memorizing the moment, then, swinging her slender legs out from under her, she stood up and walked around so she was behind me."Donnie, please put your hands on top of your head for me."I did, and she put both of her hands on my shoulders, ran them down my back until she cupped my asscheeks. I felt myself shudder when she squeezed them.