That way, I won't have lost your friendship by not giving you the money, and I won't lose your friendship if, for any reason, you cannot repay it."I p...aused, waiting for her reaction."I... I'm sorry, Jim. I cannot take $600 from you... a friend... and not offer to repay it back to you! I'd feel like I owe you something!" She paused, listening to what she just said. "I mean, I WOULD owe you something, but if you don't allow me to pay it back, I'd feel very guilty!" I had a feeling you'd say. It wasn’t low cut but it was cute. I work black dressy heels to match and had my hair curled down my back. We headed out to the restaurant hand in hand, smiles on both of our faces of course. He had set a reservation for 8, so we didn’t have to chance getting a table at the last minute. We got to our table and we had only a candle in the center of the table for light. It really set a romantic mood which was perfect for us. We both got an Italian dish, him the penne ala vodka and me the linguine. “What. The. Fuck. Is going on in here?” I turned around to see her staring at my thong clad ass in the heat of fantasy, embarrassed and hoping she did not hear what I just said. After what felt like an eternity of me waiting for her to say something, she eventually did. “I should’ve known this is what you were up to, always rushing upstairs every time you first get here or I come downstairs. I’m guessing you might know something about my red and black striped LaSenza thong that went missing. Before he could speak a very excited voice on the other end spoke, "Percy? We've got her!" What?" Percy asked."We found out how she got the gun to your lodge."Percy listened to the NYS Police CSI explain about finding a bag buried in her back yard. The bag had traces of a gun oil her late husband used after his pistol."The best part is that we were able to prove she bought the bag 'after' she reported the gun stolen."He went on to explain that she and her boy friend were spilling the beans on.