Fractured Images by R. C. ConradI knocked on my friend Bob's door. To say we've been friends for a longtime is a bit of an understatement. We've known...each other sinceelementary school. We went to the same college, suffered the same slingsand arrows from the jocks there. I'd been on a business track, he was inIT. In the ten years since we've left school our lives have sort ofparalleled. We had initial success in our fields, and seen both of ourcareers stall. My career had probably stalled a bit. He said that as I was so cold and if I didn’t mind, he’d skip the preliminaries and maybe we can do that later. I was okay with that and I dropped my jeans and boxer shorts. He helped me step out of them, telling me how good I looked in the eyes of an old man. Such a moment was so good for me too; just being there and stripping without inhibition, watching the look on his face and the way he eyeballed me. He sniffed me again and fondled me. The warm touch was so good. I replied that he may be. So heading back i see something laying on the ground. I get right up to it and see its a red bra and red panties. Here it goes again. I am going nuts in my head. Its happening again. My second find and im here with a friend who i cant get to leave my side for a minute so i can collect this amazing find. I then grab them both and come up with a story about gluing it to a friends car as a prank. I shoved that bra and panty into my deep pocket with a hard on laughing so hard and we kept walking.. Darla noticing my actions said, "you can't believe this is reallyhappening, can you?" I had to admit that I couldn't. Her comment actuallyadded to the surreal nature of the scene. Mom espied the shopping bagsand asked what we'd bought. Darla proudly displayed her feet. "Oh Darla, they're lovely," Mom said. She laughed before replying that Ihad a pair too. I wanted to die. "Go on Joan, show them your feet!" she urged. Withcrimson face, I slowly moved my legs from under the table. Everyonesmiled.