I knew right away what she was thinking. "It's about my dad, isn't it?"She stood up and walked over to me. "He's not your father. You know right well ...hat Warren is." Warren? Warren?" I began to raise my voice. "He's nothing to me!" Yes he is! He's the one that's been there for you, not that failure of man you're now trying to call your father." She turned her back to me."He would have been if you didn't tell him to leave and never come back."There was a long pause. My mum slowly turned around. ”He was still watching, but not the direction where the men were standing. A while later he spoke. “Your friend?”“Yes.”As my friend joined us he spoke again, his voice controlled, calm, yet there was something... “I’m sorry for your loss.”My friend stopped, balanced on her crutches she’d not yet mastered. “Thanks, you lost someone too?”“Too many.” His reply was soft, but that edge was sharper.The sound of vehicles broke the silence, tinted windows, anonymous as those I’d been kept clear. They sat and talked for some time as they drank the better part of the bottle of wine. Stephanie explained that she loved CJ as a friend and she was worried that by just asking for the unusual favor from her friend their friendship could be hurt or even irreparably hurt, but that she truly loved Rick and needed to make it up to him for her infidelity. CJ told Stephanie that she had never been with another girl before, but had kissed one of her high school friends out of curiosity. CJ was. "There is something about a man in uniform." Funny," John grinned at his old friend. "I was thinking there was something about a man out of uniform." He began loosening Jim's tie.They kissed again and Jim slid his hands under John's waist band. Neither of them had worn underwear in years so Jim was able to get his hand's around John firm, round ass. They rubbed against each other and kissed ferverantly."Permission to board." Jim pleaded between their lustful kisses."Hmmm. Granted." John.