Then he smiled a big shit eatting smile. My mouth hung open untill my mother in law called out to my wife that Marty was here. In a few seconds I hear... her running down the steps. Yes running , like a fucking little k i d . Marty she called out as she entered the den. Her arms whete out and he and MY wife locked into a massive kiss. I just stood there.What was I suposed to do? When the kiss ended a minute later my wife told her folks she wouldn't be late. What ? Am I not even here I thought to. In jr High we were inseparable. In HighSchool we kinda went our own way. I had met Ann (See my last story) and Iwas so in love that I couldn't see anything but her for the next twoyears. By the time Ann went off to college Pam moved in a differentcircle. We were still friends but it had cooled and I knew it was myfault. I went away to school and Pam and I just never got back together. If I seen old friends I would ask about her and she had stopped by to seemy mom when she got engaged. So we. "She's not leaving this house unless I ask her to." Well, ask her to" I said. My voice sounding weak and petulant, even tome."No" she answered. "You want to leave, leave. She stays."I was crushed, and near tears. For the first time, Bobbi was openlydefying me. I tried a different tack. "I lost my job today" I whined."If you want to take any more 'classes', you'll have to get someone elseto pay for them" I added spitefully.She looked at Tina. "Should I tell him?" Tina nodded, a grin. That really frustrated me: I wanted my friend, not someone who would treat me differently because of stupid money. We finished our grand tour at the pool where I decided on a radical tactic to break through his attitude. So I grabbed him and jumped both of us, fully clothed, into the water. His face was a picture of utter shock, but when we resurfaced and started a splash war, the invisible barrier between us was gone.Swimming with clothes and shoes really isn’t to be recommended! Grandpa.