." I don't know!" I said with mild annoyance."You wanna fuck, or not?" Uh, sure," I said, noticing for the first time that she was what every guy I kn...w would call "hot." Long dirty blonde hair, pretty face, skinny, perfect tits, and nice round but slender ass--a class of girl I would never have even tried to score was asking me to fuck her. Holy shit!"Yeah! Sure! But where? Here in the bathroom?"She made a face. "No! Not here in the bathroom. I know some guys who live in this house. I hear. This very small bar was always fully packed and it was hard for anyone to really move around, the toilet queue was awfully long and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn't agree. We therefore split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was on classy club music, a nice and efficient bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. My choice was therefore a club called the Box. It had an open. And one that I actually WANTED an honest answer to, regardless of what that answer was, and ... nothing. No guidance. No permission, or lack thereof. Apparently, it was all up to me whether I went to Rachel's birthday party, and what would happen there.Now you know why men go crazy when there's a woman in their lives.It sort of sounded like she might be telling me that she wouldn't throw me out if I ... did ... something. By the same token, if I did ... something ... it might cause the coaster. ”Hell -- you are both wrong.It didn’t have anything to do with being a wuss, or being a gentleman or being noble.Even now, some 10 minutes after Kim was asleep, I still had the hardest hard-on I think I have ever had.Earlier I said that I had stared at Kim when she came over to visit Megan. Actually, that might not be strong enough a word.I have a heated in-ground pool behind the house.My wife died about a year-and-a-half ago and for the first year Kim and Megan both moved in after they.