getting friendly with a married co worker
As time went on, Michele and I became friends and frequently sought out each other to chat during the day. Things started to turn towards more than a friendship when she asked me to stop by the bar with some other co-workers on the way home. As I sat next to her at the bar, she would lean over and put her hand on my leg, whisper things to me, and rub her foot against my shin. Things took the next step on Friday evening as we went for one bar to another to shoot a few games of pool. ...