So after a while I got curious so knowing I would be home alone for a few days I invited a few mates and "paul" over for a few drinks some poker and a...smoke while listening to some cypress hil. After a few hours and alot of substance abuse later. I start dropping hints to the guys that im tired etc. But also drop hints to paul. I see him slide his phone under the sofa at the time i didn't know what to think. So the guys leave and after an hour there is only me paul and another friend - who can. "Anything else?" she offered, her flawless face glaring up at me."Hmm, well..." I thought carefully for a moment. "You could stick around tonight and keep me company, fancy a drink?"Miranda raised a brow."I can do that," she answered. "But on one condition?"I stopped dead in my tracks as I eagerly awaited her terms."You can't tell mom or dad I was here tonight." I wouldn't dream of it. Consider it a done." I agreed, before I wandered over to the mini fridge and passed her a beer.With that. Wet between her legs! Her panties were soaked. She stood up, and wobbled lightly, to more laughter. Hands supported her. "Party Time!" "No, I must sleep now." African eyes grinned at her. "No time for sleep! Holiday time! Party time! Dancing! Fun! You come with us, we show you the best time ever." Kirstie could not help but laugh at their enthusiasm. "No, no, time to sleep!" They smiled, and urged her forward. Kirstie allowed them to guide her through the bar. It seemed much easier with the. ” She said with a wink as she pointed to the chair in the room where my shorts, shirt, underwear, and socks were neatly folded, with my sneakers on the floor.As I showered I thought about this whirlwind relationship and I wondered where it was supposed to go. Was I her gateway to returning to the social scene and resuming her active sex life? Was I simply her excuse to let loose and let her hair down before she went home to be among family and friends and continue to mourn? Did she really have.