“Are you meeting Amy?”
“No,” I chuckled, “I dumped her the day after the holiday party. Are you meeting Jack?”
“No, he and my girls are at his parent’s house tonight since I had to work late and I was just going to get a bite to eat. Can I treat you to dinner to reward you for your chivalry?”
“No need,” I chuckled, “but we can eat Dutch together.”
Once I was able to refrain from staring at Melanie’s chest in the more-revealing than I would have liked blouse that she was wearing, we had a very pleasant dinner conversation. Actually it was about the most pleasant dinner conversation I had ever had where I wasn’t anticipating banging my date afterward.
After dinner I walked Melanie to her car in our building’s parking lot, she squeezed my hands and said “Thank you, not just for helping me out with that drunk, but also for a very enjoyable evening.”
“My pleasure,” I responded, squeezing her hands back.
I made the mistake of staring at her ass in her tight skirt as she turned and walked to her car’s driver’s side door, and then her ass and legs as she slinked into the driver’s seat. I chastised myself as I hurried away and pushed my dick to one side as it tried to pop my zipper.
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After the restaurant incident Melanie asked me over to her house when she was having guests over for dinner, bbq’s, or parties. I got to know Jack well and got attached to her little girls who were bright, precocious, and as beautiful as their mother. If I had a date I’d bring her, if not I felt comfortable going alone. Unfortunately, I never seemed to establish a long-term relationship. My male friends were convinced that my standards were too high; they might have been right, but I was never able to pinpoint the exact cause.
In my interaction with Melanie’s family I found her to not only be very intelligent (and gorgeous) but also outside of the office when she didn’t have to put on her Ice Queen persona, she was warm, friendly, humorous, and empathetic, and a great wife and mother. I often went with the family to the girls’ soccer games, ballet recitals, and gymnastic competitions (they were very successful in their endeavors but would eventually have to get into activities — like basketball, volleyball, and swimming — more suitable for their body types since they were going to be tall); I enjoyed them.
I got to know Jack well too, and liked him. In fact on several occasions I went with him and a couple of other guys, one a friend of mine, one a friend of his, to local college football and basketball games.
Jack was a great guy but I became concerned about him when I noticed that he sometimes had physical problems, primarily breathing problems. Once I caught him when he was collapsing as we were exiting a football stadium. Later that day, after we dropped our friends off, he told me, in confidence, that he had cystic fibrosis. I wasn’t real familiar with it but looked it up that night and found that it was a serious disease with no cure and that it manifested itself in frequent respiratory infections, breathing problems, and chronic lung disease, and made the person more susceptible to other diseases and conditions.