People were trying to impress each other with their clothing, their drinking and their dancing. Their faces took on masks of enjoyment for each others...�� consumption just like Jeff’s was for mine. I enjoy dancing around with complete freedom. But it doesn’t compare to dancing cheek to cheek. I loved walking around during the day hand in hand. I loved leaning against him as we watched the little ducks follow their moms by the pond. A honeymoon is a time when you pretend the rest of the world is. Pippa hadn't seen me drunk before, and this wasn't the time or place to reveal another one of my less than stellar attributes. There was young, rather intense looking, girl in the kitchen, getting some glasses from a cupboard. I don't know who she was with; she was far too young to be one of the reunion students. I said hello and she smiled a greeting.She was quite sexy in a prim and proper way, and I started to chat her up; how things might have turned out I never found out for just a few. Something tells me people enjoy following me up the escalator. I’m going shopping now, look at all these t-shirts. I would love to make a skirt and crop top out of these. Wait, this one’s already a crop top. I wonder how short I could make the skirt. I’m walking out in my new outfit. An even tinier skirt, and a touch of underboob. A little ass cheek never hurt anyone. They seem to like it when I walk next to the glass railing on the second floor. Ooh look, a lingerie shop. Look at all these. As the night progressed, the conversation became increasingly provocative and I was increasingly flirtatious with our guest, wanting to make sure that he felt comfortable. When I was clearing the table, you asked your buddy how he was doing with being single. He told you that it was really nice to have the freedom, but that he was not used to the lack of sexual contact. You nodded and expressed your sympathy, but became silent when I re-entered the room to get more dishes. Both of you quietly.