I barely dried off. I went back down to the basement to "check on the washer" (which was only running for about 10 minutes) wearing only the towel. My...thought was this; If the towel "accidentally" fell off, exposing me, it wouldn't be my fault, right? It was gonna work. I hoped. I was nervous. Shaking. The semi hard-on that I worked up at the top of the stairs was gone. My nub was all shriveled up because of my nerves. I entered the basement and she didn't even look my way! I fumbled around. I could feel the rumble of traffic, not five feet behind me through the wall, the sounds filtering in would hopefully camouflage the whimpers and gasps coming from me as he kissed my legs and began gathering my skirt in his hands.Slowly, he bared my legs. The skin still pale from winter, they seemed to glow in the near-dark gloom of the hallway. Finally, my panties were visible, and he leaned in and kissed my pussy through the material."Oh, god!" I cried softly. "Don't tease me! If you're going. Sally and I kissed, to say hello. It was more perfunctory but I felt that more was on offer. I sat back on the arm of the sofa afterwards, “Sally, did it bother you that I kissed her on the lips?”Sally shrugged and said no, as if the conversation was completely un-necessary. “May I do it again then?” Sally smiled again and took a sip of her drink. Sally had worked out that this was making Lisa intensely uncomfortable and we were now both teasing her.“It’s fine,” she said, “Kiss her if you. It was a sad day, to say the least, and certainly some of that sadness remained as they walked together over to Jessica's grave. But with that sadness was a feeling of hope and love with this new relationship, which created a somewhat surreal atmosphere when combined with the setting of the sun. Both Charles and Karen were aware of this, but he felt this was an important step as he climbed out of his dark hole and back into the real world with this new relationship he had developed with his.