We had dated a little after meeting in a grief support meeting. I had lost my second husband to suicide, making me a widow for the second time in my s...ort twenty-six years; he, his wife and young daughter. I was almost glad I got dressed today. Normally, I would've settled for gym shorts and a baggy shirt. I shouldn't be afraid or ashamed of my body. Despite having had five kids, including twins less than two years ago, I looked damn good. Five-foot-four, a hundred and thirty pounds, blonde. They had joined together but were separated when it was obvious they were friends. He turned back to the table and was about to say something important when Simone broke the silence for him.“I suppose, since I have brought along a branch of birch, I would have to say green.”“That’s uncanny,” Melissa smiled, relieved at the intervention, “because green does represent serenity and nature.”“Do you like fucking outdoors?” asked Gerry.Simone shook her head slowly. “Guess again?”Gerry hunched his. Let him know he’s special. Let him know he’s your first. I’ll be here when you get home. I’m not going anywhere.”She hugged me hard. I hugged her hard. “Let’s fuck,” I said. We went to bed and slow-fucked a very long time. It was good for us. Adults fuck on purpose. I told you that. That’s what we did that night and several other nights while we waited for the ball.We didn’t talk about it again. It was there…but we didn’t talk about it. She had me along when she picked out her dress. I was okay. When I got to her she was topless (hubba! hubba! — she had a nice rack!) and heading into the scrum. She was speechless as I stopped her and asked for her card. By the time I had slid the reader over it Kristi had caught up with me, still buck naked except for her purse. As she read around my arm she looked up at me and said 'Momma?"At my nod Kristi told Nicki to stop stripping and to start looking for a responsible man to add to our group. Nicki nodded yes and immediately started looking.