Wife’s best friend pt2
ContinuedAs promised…….. Lisa and I occasionally met at family get togethers I would speak to Mark and my wife and Lisa would sit giggling drinking wine. Our eyes would meet occasionally a rye smile between the both of us and nothing really happened a greeting or passing peck on the cheek. I work shifts as a delivery driver which allowed me to visit for ‘cups of coffee’ she always asked for me to call round if I was near. She woul...