"Are you Roger's daughter or something?" Mark asked sheepishly.
"Oh my, no. I'll explain everything when we're in the room. Don't want anyone to overhear us." Sarah turned around and bent over a little, while putting her index finger to her mouth. With a childish grin on her face, she whispered. "They might think we're crazy."
When Sarah bent over, Mark couldn't help but look down her shirt. He felt guilty about it afterward, but he just couldn't help himself. Yep, again, she wasn't wearing a bra. Why did he keep doing this to himself? He couldn't have Sarah even if he wanted to. His wife had just died, and Sarah was, well, she was Sarah. His best friend, Jen's best friend, Katie's best friend. Thinking like this would only hurt everyone, he had to stop but he just couldn't.
Mark contin
