My Best Friend's Wife

My Best Friend's WifeShot down again.Things were definitely not going my way. Since the last Christmas Party, I'd dated four different girls, two from work, two setup by friends, and with the latest brush-off I was 0-4. I was beginning to forget what real sex was like. I'd never had that much trouble, but my new job with its clearances and classified projects had me working under situations anything BUT conducive to romantic efforts. Endless overtime hours, long, sudden work trips, to places you can't talk about, and the effort to keep up with an extremely dynamic and dangerous situation left me little time for lovin'. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely LOVE my job. How many jobs are there where you can really feel you are making a difference? But I needed more than work. Hell, I was only 24; I should be out sowing my oats. Not hiding away in a huge vault.My friends were doing their best. My buddy Mark, who'd I'd known for years had twice now tried to hook me up. The first was an absolute disaster, but his wife Janet's latest friend had seemed like she might actually work out. She was very young; it's true. Just 18 and barely out of high-school, she was pretty, friendly, and we'd actually managed to go out for over 8 weeks. But the damned girl's legs seemed to be super-glued together. It had taken four weeks just to get inside her shirt, and after six weeks, I'd gotten my rocks off for the first time in a long time through someone else's effort. But my pressure to get to the next phase in our relationship seemed to have backfired, and I felt I was on the verge of getting my walking papers.On the other hand, a guy with a good stable job, little time for hobbies, and no love life to speak of, has other things he can do. In my case, I'd finally gotten fed up with renting a room in somebody else's house, and had made the move to buy my own place. Tiny and decrepit it may have been, but it was going to be mine.I headed over to Mark