It was she who encouraged him to join the army –the bitch!"I could hear the bitterness, and yes, the hatred, in her voice. She glared at me, as if d...ring me to show disapproval of her words. "You must think me a terrible person, to call my sister that name. I begged Pierre not to go to Paris, when the news of Napoleon's return became known. He left nevertheless, taking Berthier's sword and pistol with him, determined to enlist..."I had to interrupt her when I heard her mention 'Berthier'; even. I knew I was in trouble with all three of the women in my life, but I still didn't know how I could fix it and still get my point across. I was saved from my own thoughts when Jeb showed up to take me to get my truck. I grabbed my forty and climbed into his car. We pulled out the gate, headed to his gun shop. He was filling me in on what had happened while I was gone when BAM, the right front tire on his car blew. I rolled out the door thinking someone was shooting at us, and when I landed it. As soon as I realized this contact we both got away and faced away from each other for about 2-3mins. Then we faced back again and started a long smooch exploring each other’s mouth from our tongue, exchanging saliva. Our hands were fighting our ways to each other’s body and hiding the same from the shawl.We had a short break. I then checked people behind and sideways. They all were asleep atleast they looked so. Then with some confidence I caressed his waist and slowly gaining on her tits, god. We usually were chatty with each other but the tension was thick. I could tell Diane was still feeling weird about the kiss.When I dropped her off at the Circle L, I felt I should be the one to bring up the subject. "Diane, I don't like these uncomfortable silences. I think I know what's bothering you. You're embarrassed that we kissed last night, aren't you?" She said she was and I continued, "There's nothing wrong with that. We're friends and you were worried I had been hurt. You were so.