A one-off tale of just good friends becoming friends with benefits.
I was spending the day with a good friend, John. In his early sixties, a widower, polite, good looking, very funny, he could keep me laughing for ages. Not with corny jokes, just by talking. He had such a fun way of looking at the world. So, what was my problem with him? He treated me as a friend. That was all. Just a friend. I had known him for over two years, and in all that time he...Read On