I cleaned it up as best I could, but I hope he doesn't notice the stain. And they were too engrossed in each other to hear my grunts.The bastard. The ...ucky, lucky bastard.Yesterday I did something I feel very guilty about. I made a pass at my best friend's girlfriend. I couldn't help it-- I was weak, and he was out buying lunch for them both. She sat in front of the television in a gorgeous tee shirt and sweatpants combination, watching some Discovery channel bullshit, and I just couldn't stop. Yeah, um ... This way..." he gestured. Decorum was everything in the mortuary business and having a policewoman waiting to ask who-knows-what in the funeral home's foyer wasn't what anyone would want.The private door led to several others and stairs leading to the basement. JB knocked on the door that said 'Tyler McKinnen – Funeral Director' engraved on a brass plate, and then opened it slowly to reveal a rather more spacious office than Tina would have expected. She saw a comfortable living. We don't represent ourselves as anything, we wear those things to honor family members who've served." That's what I thought. But Hutch keeps askin'," Key said. "Said he'd hate for me to get arrested for wearin' Great Granpa's Eisenhower jacket." Eisenhower jacket?" I asked."You know your military history, husband of my friend?" she said."Try me." Red Ball Express." Easy," I said. "World War II. Europe. A slang name for a transportation unit with black enlisted men and mostly white officers.. ”I bent my head to the task, kissing and sucking each nipple in turn as she guided me, whispering encouragement when I got things right and when I chewed lightly at her stiffening nubs, I was rewarded with a gentle moan.She raised my head, kissed me on the lips again, and then started to slowly unbutton my shirt, pushing it back off my shoulders. A small jolt of electricity seemed to pass through me as she bent her head and kissed my nipples before kneeling in front of me. Her hand rested.