"I showered down and luckily none of the other guys were about, 'cause the whole experience had made me horny as hell and I had an uncontrollable hard...on the whole time. I quickly dried, stowed my swollen member and went out front to the bar. I saw her out the front looking anxious and worried. I asked her what was up and she explained that she'd forgotten her towel and wash stuff. I bought her a juice and we talked a bit. She was reasonably new to the area and was checking out the local. Leaving it a few seconds to heat up she stepped into the shower, as she let the water hit her body she reached and unwrapped the tiny soap, she almost dropped it, it kept slipping out of her hand as she glided it over her body. she folded it within the washcloth, and rubbed it to build lather. After a few minutes she shut off the water and she wrapped herself in a towel and walked back into the bedroom, where Chris had just finished unpacking his clothes and he was no undressing."My turn." He. ’ He died shortly after that en route to the hospital.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt faint, I tried to stand up but my legs didn’t seem to work. I collapsed there in the middle of the floor. I caught sight of the engagement ring he gave me and that was the last straw. I couldn’t control myself as tears flowed down my face. My mother ran to me and hugged me ‘I know baby, I know.’ She said over my sobs. I struggled to get out of her grip, but it was no use. I yelled ‘No you. As it turned out it was quite good, very fillin', and after we'd washed it down with a couple of beers we headed back up into Soho again.The rain was startin' again, so when we got to Old Compton Street we dived into the nearest pub we came too. It was the loudest as well, and packed. Phil asked me if it might be a gay pub coz there was 'ardly any birds in there, but it was gettin' awfully late by now, so we pushed our way through to the bar, and just as we got there the barman shouted, "Last.