My wife was right. Jenny was my best friend during childhood. We were neighbors and grew up together. It was funny that we never really dated. When I ...started my teen years, her family moved to the suburbs. We still kept in touch but not as often. She used to tell me about a lot of her personal life and I told her mine. As I mentioned, we were best buds, even though she was a girl. We never talked about love or sex between us. It was like the subject was out of bounds for us, it was like it was. As Lynsi and I sat down on the couch with our beers, Diane came out from the bathroom, only wearing a tan long button-down shirt, revealing her soft white skin C cup breast and a pair of purple panties. I could not help but steer and I instantly got a hard-on. “Do you like my panties” said Diane as she pulled open the lower half of her shirt, so I could see what they said “Eat me.” “Oh yeh, there nice” “Would you like to” “Oh hell yeh” and with that Diane pushed me back into the couch and. " You mean I did that for nothing?" Martin asked."No worse than other things you have done for nothing," I replied."Yeah, there is that," Martin agreed. "So what is the next plan." Well they have been telling everyone we aren't really the good guys, let's let them think they are right." Oh, what do you have in mind?" he asked."A little power play gone wrong," I suggested."You heard that cop Maxine. We cross the line, we are going to jail. Not something I signed on for." Gwen said."Gwen you are. She took the bowl from my hands and started to daintily feed herself. Between bites, she said, "I don't smell bacon. Where's the bacon?" She looked at me accusingly. "You didn't order bacon, did you?" No, I didn't," I said. "I didn't think you would like the smell all that much, especially with the hangover you'd have. You're also a vegetarian, and I didn't think you'd appreciate it."I thought that's what you might say," she rejoined. She set the bowl down, grabbed me by the lapels of the robe.