They had gone to another part of the river, almost a mile away, and stripped down to nothing, and began washing themselves, and each other, to get the...diesel off of their skin.Al had been hesitant, at first to strip off his clothes in front of Chloe, but she had told him, "I ain't got nothin' that every other shemale on this planet ain't got, and you don't have anything that every other male's got. We both seen someone else naked, so it ain't anything we got that's different. We'll scrub each. .. we won!" She smiled weakly at the big QB. "Come on now... let's enjoy this win!"Placing his huge arm around her tiny waist, they began to follow the others toward the busses. Jake smiling exuberantly to anyone that moved near him. His excitement was an open door to his sole. Christine was slowly moving her head as if he were in a trance, eyes fixed and welling with tears. Her mind was in turmoil. She was walking next to her best friend, her curly blonde ponytail bouncing with each step. Hers. You are dressed in your work clothes so he wouldn’t know. The pale blue blouse and black skirt and stockings you wear every day to the office. But today, as you got on a different train, getting off at a different stop, you phone the office and tell them you are sick.Perhaps you are sick, you think as you travel up in the lift to the seventth floor. Glancing again at the text on your phone. “7th floor - room 716.” As the lift doors open, you press delete. Removing all traces so he won’t find. To settle it, I decided to make small talk. Unfortunately, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.“How do you cook bacon without an apron?” How dumb was that?!“You don’t,” she responded with a laugh.So much for small talk.As she finished cooking, she told me to have a seat, which I quickly did. She poured a glass of juice and set it before me on the table. When she returned from the stove, she stood on the other side of the table for a second and looked at me seriously.“Paul,” she.