It’s not that I wasn’t attracted, but I was worried about getting caught.It would have been one kind of disaster having been caught with Becky in ...my bed. This would be on the order of the bombing of Dresden that I had just read about in the WWII book I got for my birthday - a firestorm of apocalyptic proportions that I would not survive. I’d have to figure something out.“OK, Vickie. Call me the week before Fourth of July and we’ll figure something out.”“Thanks!”I sighed. More journal fodder.. Over the next few months we got to know her and her husband who was a complete twatt with the worlds most annoying laugh and me and Sue got some flirty banter going whenever we were alone as despite her looks i wanted to fuck her bad, we were at a bbq at her house when her son fell from a slide and cut his forehead and as i was the only sober driver i said i would take him with Sue to the local hospital, he had some butterflies to close the cut and when we came out we got in the car and as Sue. I was sure this made Martin feel really good. After all he has an ego too.Martin joined me on the desk and hugged me. His naked body next to mine still gives me shivers after all these years. He said. “Baby your still the best fuck I ever had. But i’ll tell you this, fucking Megan in the ass is very close to being as good as you are.” Oh, I know he was just trying to make me feel good, the silver tongued devil. I was not about to tell him Peter was a better fuck that he was because. Peter was a. “I hid behind you and I don’t think they saw me.”As soon as he noticed our arrival, Rajesh bustled over. “Welcome Mr Jackson. Please sit wherever you like.”Mel grabbed my hand and tugged me to a table well away from where the other diners, all older folk, were seating. There were a couple of scowls when they saw I was accompanied by a teenage girl, but nobody overtly complained. And the subdued lighting prevented any of the other diners from getting too good a look at Mel’s dodgy attire.Rajesh.