Dee, Tina & Me
“Before we even get a drink, we got to set a few ground rules,” I said.
The blue-eyed girl across from me leaned in closer, smiling with me.
Tina was the best friend of my friend Stan’s wife, Dee. I knew her about as well as I did any of Dee’s girlfriends. But since the forty-year-old lady had been married through the near decade-and-a-half I had known her, I never had given her much notice, beyond thinking that the lanky brunette had a nice little high ass. But with Tina recently divorced, and Dee impressing upon me that her friend had always thought I was cute, here we were. Dee had always enjoyed playing match-maker, and as the one confirmed bachelor in her and Stan’s circle, I was the go-to guy.
Plus, my buddy’s wife knew I was the safe bet for Tina stepping out sing
