It felt alright, actually, hovering between being just-flatmates, or in the friend zone, or whatever – and occasionally a little bit of flirting. I ...ike that not everything has to be clear-cut. So I'd been there about a month when Kate asked me to help her with some photography. Taking pictures of her, to be exact. “Hey Ken, you’re pretty handy with a camera, aren’t you?” (This was true). Turns out she needed some new photos for Tinder, as the ones she had weren't getting her anywhere. I did. They don’t have any kids yet so they still go to a lot of parties. As I drove up to the house I noticed that Tom's Mercedes was gone, their garage only has room for one car so they keep Susan's Mazda convertible there. I parked my car and rang the doorbell. I stood there for some time; in fact I was just starting to wonder if anybody was home when the door opened. There stood Susan all wet with just a towel wrapped around her. “I was in the shower excuse me,” she said, as I couldn't figure that. I worked on her boots ashort while longer, occasionally glancing up at her undressed figure,hungering to be allowed to touch her, wishing I could have a normal sexlife. But I was too deep into my new self by then, always longing formore contact with her clothes (and now what she put on her feet), andwilling to accept all sorts of indignities to get it.After I was done making her boots clean and glossy, she told me tofetch three pair of boot trees from her closet. I had to put them intoall the. Hailey continued to play video games while Madison wascleaning up the kitchen after the breakfast she had cooked. I took thisopportunity to discuss with her the phone call I had received thismorning. I pulled up a stool and awkwardly pulled myself onto it. Littlethings like this reminded me of just how short I had become."Chloe called this morning." Oh gawd, what did she want?" she asked as she placed some dirty dishesinto the sink."Well, she wanted to know how far you had gotten in your.