But obviously, the second thought wasn’t going to happen that easily. She must not have seen me ogling at her boobs whenever I got a chance to becau...e she remained a bit carefree with her dress.The day came to an end and I haven’t made any moves to even get a peck on my cheeks. I was disheartened to come back to my room and started thinking for some plans. I only had 2 more weeks before we go for our respective postings.We all finished our dinner around 8:30 p.m and at the dinner table, we. That earned me a line of smiley emoticons, so I went to sleep with a happy grin on my face.Friday, I left work in plenty of time, found a parking space without too much trouble, and entered the bar with ten minutes to spare. I settled into a quiet booth to one side of the place, five minutes later spotted her arrival, and stood up to attract her attention.She looked tired and subdued as she walked up to me; her smile wasn’t as bright as I remembered. She kissed me on the cheek. I asked her if. The pain, the trauma, the internal loss of blood, all combined to send me into shock. June proclaimed to be my wife to the EMT's and ambulance personnel and they apparently sold it to the admitting office, all to make sure she would have access to me and help make important decisions for me. In truth, I would have trusted her to make any decision anyway.Obviously at the time I was first being informed my mind was an out of control blender of unanswered questions and I was beginning to freak. My morals aren't exactly strong; I'd feel guilty if I were the one pursuing my friend's girlfriend and she so much as gave me a handjob, but if she kept coming to me, I could have her bent over the couch while my friend was in the bathroom without even questioning it. (No, it never came to that. I wouldn't have minded if it did.) For at least a month, though, nothing happened.But then my friend and his girlfriend started having issues. I never asked what they were, but it became apparent that.