Jaxon
When Sara got home from her visit with Lauren, I was hoping we could have a talk. Reconnect, so to speak. But I hadn't expected Lauren to come back to our place with her. Now, I loved Lauren like a sister, she was a great gal. A loyal friend when my wife needed one, which I appreciated. I just wished she had maybe come by at another time. A time when I wasn't trying so hard to have a real conversation with my wife.
"It's good to see you Jaxon," Lauren exclaimed. "That dress is incredible; you have the absolute best taste in everything!"
It was nice that she approved and all, but I wondered if I could get her to go home if I promised her a dress. Or a car or f*****g anything that would get me alone in a room with Sara for a change. That was when it occurred to me: maybe that was
