The B in the "Bar" flickered irregularly. She felt a nervousness tickle in the pit of the stomach, mixed with a sense of excitement. She was in deep w...ater and once she stepped through the door, there was no way back. And so she entered. The bar was dark and the air thick with smoke. There was some hiphop music playing. A few thugs sat on bar stools, while others sat alone or in small groups around the tables or booths along the walls. All of them wore something blue. A sign that they belonged. On other nights I went to her house and did the same. On yet other nights we just spent time together.It was on such a night (at my house) that Hannah showed up and walked in holding her bag like she lived there and was just back from a trip somewhere. She knew who Phoebe was, of course and, as already stated, Phoebe had seen me out with Hannah before we started dating. Phoebe and I were sitting on opposite sides of the table with stacks of paper between us. Chris happened to be taking a nap at. I got some orange juice too if you like."They each had a bowl of cereal with lots of sugar and split the bottle of OJ. Gerry had still not said anything about last night and she decided just to let it go unless he mentioned it. She kind of hoped if he didn't say anything, neither John nor Liz would bring it up either. If he was embarrassed about it, she was fine just leaving it at camp, and if he was ok with it, she knew her husband well enough that he would bring it up on his own at some. Even that little contact stirred the male on the other side of the wall. She heard his intake of breath. The penis twitched and began to come alive. It started to fill out, and even lengthen. It was almost six inches long to begin with; how large was it going to get?Her hand wrapped itself around the growing organ. It felt right to grip it, as if the act answered some need in her. She pulled on it gently, in an experimental sort of way.Of course she wasn't going to do the rest of it...was.