DON'T CALL ME DADDY (1)

I was out with my friend Jim, his wife Janet, and Jim's parents at a local bar that had live music every Friday night.

We had been there for a few hours and we had all decided to leave. Jim was leaving with his parents since he had agreed to help his dad with a building project the next day, while Janet and I were going to leave together.

We all said goodnight and the two of us started to walk to my car. Janet had decided not to drink while I had a few beers so we agreed she was going to drive us back to her and Jim's apartment. I lived way across town so it was easier if I slept on their couch and drove home in the morning.

Jim and Janet had been good friends of mine since University. Jim and I were immediate friends when we met in residence.

He met Janet about a year after that and she and I have been close since it became obvious that she and Jim were serious.

While officially I was Jim's friend, Janet and I had become pretty close ourselves over the few years since we all grad