"I looked up, surprised."Uh... Kate?"Kate was my Mom's best friend's daughter. Mom was always trying to setthe two of us up together, but neither of u... was interested. Kate wasn'tinterested in me because I wasn't rich, or smart, or good looking, and Iwasn't interested in Kate because she was a stuck up snob."So, you're wearing panties now?" What the fuck?" I could feel my face flush red. "How'd you hear aboutthat?" I whispered."So it's true!" She smirked. "Ha ha! Paul is wearing panties.. “But...” He interrupted her.“Is it wrong to share a few kisses before you’re married?”She just looked at him.“Come on, Agatha. We’re just having a conversation here. This is part of being friends ... exchanging ideas ... talking about thorny issues.”“No,” she said, warily.“How about hugs?”“No.”“Not even if you press your body against him?”Her eyes narrowed. This wasn’t fair, somehow.“Where do you draw the line?” he asked. “What is it you can’t do until you’re married?”“Have sex!,” she said. Just enough to turn me on, but not enough to alarm my husband of flirting or faul play. I was getting a bit confussed. Sometimes I felt like he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. Other times I felt like he didnt, and other times I hoped that he didnt because I didnt want to be the "whore who fucked her husbands bestfriend". One day after Bryian and I had came back from our home state from our wedding, Montrell, who had gone back home, called my husbands cell and asked could he stay the. Finally I climbed into bed without disturbing Jen. I turned and tossed and slept very little all night. I was no closer to knowing what I wanted than I was earlier last night. I got up and went to the kitchen and made coffee, it was only 4:30 a.m. I sat there staring out the window watching the darkness. At about 5:00 a.m. Tommy walked in, poured a cup and sat down at the table opposite me."You couldn't sleep either?" He asked."Hardly a wink," I replied.Silence. We sat and drank our coffee.