Sandra pushed me away and I almost toppled. “You bastard!” she yelled, her hands slapping at my chest like hard rain. “You utter bastard! Don’...t you ever speak to me again!”At last, I managed to lurch past her and pull the door open, sending her light frame flying back as the door carried her. I shot through and sank down in the corridor, bent over, sucking in awkward breaths. I think my slight drunkenness had saved me most of the pain. Or perhaps it just didn’t hurt as much as I’d imagined it. Reaching in I fumbled for the light switch. A soft dim light sprang on and I led her through the doorway. I stopped to close the door and lock it, then with another key I unlocked a second door and again fumbled for the light switch. This light was brighter and reveled a narrow staircase. “Go on down.”, I told her as he turned off the dim light above and stepping through, closed and locked the second door. “James, this is getting creepy.”, she said as she started down. “Just watch your step.. Was it soimpossible for Jim to overcome their history as male buddies and just becomfortable with her as she was now? Could their friendship endure? Thethought of losing him as a friend frightened her to the core. Jim heaved a sigh then smiled wryly and said, "I need a drink." He drainedwhat was left in his glass in one swallow and signaled their waitress forrefills.Megan walked over from the dance floor fanning herself theatrically withboth hands. She was flushed with excitement. "Whew! These. He reached one hand over his head and tugged his T-shirt off, my palms snaking to trace every exposed ridge of his six-pack and taut pecs as I devoured him.He placed broad hands on my shoulders, encouraging me to slobber deeper. "So filthy. Your husband has no idea."I gagged and coughed, pulling away and wiping my mouth with the back of a hand. "If we don't get a move on, he'll find out."Sliding his grip to the back of my head, he grinned and tugged me forward. "Slut."My musk slithered past my.