I've seen it before ... nothing is going to offend or shock me." No ... but I'll embarrass myself," I thought quietly. Talk about piss poor timing. I ...adn't thought about sex in month's ... maybe even years, especially since my divorce. So here I am, not actually fully erect or anything ... but I was getting there. And here she was, waiting for me to take off my clothes. And me, still not remembering if I'd already worn my shorts more than two or three times already."Well?" She asked almost. As soon as Addie was seated Marsha arrived and asked Addie what she would like and then went to the bar to get it. As soon as Marsha was gone Addie said:“It isn’t an accident that I’m here. I intended to be waiting for you at your car when you got off work, but I got held up in traffic. I got there just in time to see you get in your car and leave so I followed you here.”“Why would you be wanting to meet me after work?”“I needed to talk to you about a situation we are in.”“A situation? You and. As she stepped down she found his hand on her elbow, offering her just the smallest bit of support, “Ah, thanks, um, the names Faith, by the way.”He smiled, “Faith, I’m Michael.”Michael, far from releasing her elbow linked his arm with hers, giving her a little guidance as they made their way past the dancing groups towards one of the seating booths off to the side. He was taller than her by maybe three inches or so, though she was wearing some pretty serious heels that probably meant, given. And through all that, thoughts of Tammy's delicious, nubile body bending to my will. I was anguished, truly anguished over what was happening to me. I didn't understand it, couldn't think clearly and certainly couldn't tell anyone else about it.The next morning I was up before Tammy and had already eaten and dressed for work by the time she came downstairs."Mmmmmm, I slept like a baby," she said as she slipped into the chair beside me and lifted her orange juice glass to her lips. The armhole.