My estranged husband and I have been separated for years but remain friends for the kids sake. Today he has to move from the apartment he's been living in to a cheaper place. Most of his family members are helping along with one of our older kids. I don't no why I volunteered to help, I mean I don't get along with anyone in his family and haven't seen them for years.
It is the middle of summer and hot as hell. I decided that is I was going to do this I would at least make sure I was as comfortable as possible. I chose to wear a pair of stretch pants, no underwear, and a skimpy tank shirt without a bra.
We're separating into two groups. His sisters and mom are at the new place to organize what's being moved in, at least I didn't have to deal with his mom. Doug and his brother Mike are moving the items and our son and I are packing up the boxes for moving. There's beer here for Doug and his brother but since I feel so awkward I've been sipping the beer also when nobody is looking.
Doug's ready to leave with the second load and there's probably one left to do. Mike ended up hurting his one hand slightly so our kid offers to do the moving and Mike's staying here to help me finish packing the last items. I pick up a beer and drink the last few large gulps, this is going to be uncomfortable being alone with Mike. The sips I had already taken have given me a buzz and I was feeling pretty good. I grab another beer and it's time to finish the packing.