This started the conversation of me visiting Switzerland to see her in person. She was understandably nervous , so I gave her several weeks to think a...out it. She agreed and we started to make plans.The plan was for me to buy my plane ticket, and she would acquire an apartment for the week, thus we would both be spending about the same amount of money. I had come up with a story to tell my wife that a male friend from the photo posting site had invited me over and that I really just wanted to. "See I even have a little Camel toe like yours."Then she hurried and picked out a matching blue satin and lace trimmedbra and panty set. As soon as it was on she hurried to her own closet andreached up to get the breast forms her mother had gotten her for herbirthday in June."You know if the girls could see you now they'd not believe you were aboy," pointed out Hillary."That's because I'm not a boy. Not in here." She held her hands over herheart."You realize I just bought that set and haven't. I don't care when you pick them up," she said coldly."Oh. Okay, I-I'll get them sometime soon. I promise."She didn't say anything. His last two words hung in the silence, "I promise... "He tried not to cry. "Bye," he muttered.She hung up.He slowly hung up himself. He lay back down on his bed, staring at his books. He opened them, feeling numb, but he couldn't study. What was he going to do now? He had friends, but he'd just lost the best one he'd ever had. It was like a part of him had been. I sighed. “Yeah. What the fuck, indeed, Brent. What the fuck, indeed.”- - - -Brent’s bachelor party was arranged first. Brent’s best-man Andre was a bit miffed at not being allowed to plan it but Jess convinced Brent that it would be in his, and the whole group’s, best interest to allow her to arrange the shin-dig. While it was a bit weird letting his girlfriend’s best friend arrange that sort of thing, he also knew that it would undoubtedly by exponentially more interesting if she did.Emma.