"Hello," greeted the woman. "My name is Becky Scott, I'm the manager of this building. I just want to welcome you and to make sure that everything is ...ll right with the apartment. I see you've moved everything in already." Yes, I've just finished bringing in the furniture. Everything seems in order except for the garbage disposal. I'd appreciate it if you could send someone up to fix it." I'll be glad to," Becky replied. "If you ever need anything or if you ever have any questions just let me. Slowly and quietly they went up to investigate.As they got to the bathroom door they could hear faint splashing noises, geting louder as they got closer. "Shit there is someone in" said Dave. They both peeped in through the tiny gap in the door to see someone in the bath. "I thought you said that bitch would be out tonight?" said Chris. "I thought she would be" Dave said.As they are stood watching her in the bath, her hands sliding all over her naked, soaped up body they both began to feel. ..Michelle?" Silence still reigned from the other side of the curtain so I continued on. "Sorry about that. I didn't know you thought it was Jimmy or I would have told you. And sorry for uh...my physical state" I chuckled. "Um...here's your washcloth. I suppose you deserve more of an apology but i don't know what to say. I guess I suppose I should be thanking you though since I just got to see what every single guy in school would kill to see. Don't worry though", I hastily added. "I. We would chat by the fireplace for an hour, talking about how many homes he’d sold, how the kids had grown, anything but our feelings. The softness in his voice told me all I needed to know. Unfortunately, he was heading down the same road that I had already traveled. He was engaged. He chose not to talk about her, the wedding, the impending plans. It somehow made our friendship seem more fair- it was taboo for both of us, and secrets to be held by only us. One day, I decided to bring him.