”“Hell yes! I’ve fantasized about something like that for years. I spent most for the day hard thinking about it. As a matter of fact... ” ...I proceeded to tell him about my lunch time adventure.“Wow that’s hot!” He looked me right in the eye and asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”“Yes.”We settled up our bar tabs and Steve lead me out of the bar and to the elevators. We went up to his room and I just don’t know what came over me. Even before the door had completely closed I was. She felt like she was talking too much, babbling nervously. What was wrong with her? They had worked together for years and had never had any awkwardness between them. So why now? On the periphery of his consciousness he realized she was chatting about the apartment, but his mind was working almost solely on what his best move might be.Walking near her, he let his body graze hers, invading personal space but not so egregiously that she felt threatened. He knew she was a bit skittish, so he had. Why oppress it by being mean? I will help you hold her by the hand and take her out."*Knock on the door*"Answer that door for me, darling" she says to me.I walk to the door almost falling a few times because of the heels I am wearing. "I am going to have to teach you how to walk in those" Gina says laughing. I open the door and it is Omar, the black guy Jenny cheated on me with. I am standing there wearing a black skirt with stockings, a bra, and heels. He walks in and instantly starts making. They never made me feel as if I was imposing, and I eventually stopped asking them if I was. Did Jill and I flirt through some of those visits, in our late twenties, skinny-dipping in mountain streams, or around the fire before I fell asleep to the muffled sounds of their lovemaking in the faux privacy of their tent? Sure we did. Dave even joked about it at times. But it was respectful flirting that we all knew would never in a million years jeopardize our friendship. She was five years our.