She was very athletic but she moved out and I think became a cop. She always wore her blond hair short. She have small breast but she would always loo... good in a bikini. Her sister is Claire. She’s a year older than me and never really acknowledges my presence even if I tried a couple of times. She has long blonde hair and a killer body, not as athletic as her sister but bigger breast. We talked a couple of times but only as friends and never more to my sorrow. She currently in reflection for. ”“Hang in there, Dude, things may work out.”“Thanks, Man.”-----At the end of August, I’m working an afternoon shift and Bill Moore calls me back to his office. “Come on in, Kyle. Close the door, will you?” Closed-door meeting, I wonder what’s up…? “I just wanted to pull you aside for a minute to let you know how much I appreciate all the help you gave Renee painting those apartments this summer.” “Oh, no problem, we had a lot of fun together.”He looks at me and gives a wink, “Oh, I’ll bet you. Be still my throbbing heart!The raw music, the dimly lit smoky haze, the smell of excitement; it all blended together into an atmosphere bent toward secrets, intimacy, and sex.I stalked her with my gaze while she ordered a mixed drink, then nibbled delicately on a bar pretzel. She wasn't hiding in her dark corner; no, her eyes were constantly moving, watching, evaluating.There was no visible tension in her body; she relaxed languidly, fluidly, with an arm on the back of her stool, her supple. Nice guy!I found myself looking at him and wondering how good a kisser he was??? I wondered if he would make a pass or not? I wondered what he thought of me? And then dismissed those thoughts as I thought of my husband sitting at the bar…… and watching. I glanced over in his direction and saw him smiling at me.I stayed and talked with Mr. Nice guy and all the others at the table and they all bought me several drinks. At one point I had 3 drinks in front of me. I found myself laughing and having.