The funeral was for Sarah Turner, the granddaughter of Mr Sims, a 12-year-old fan of Mary’s, who died of leukaemia only last Monday. This was the re...l reason for Mary’s hot-footed visit from the States to our war-torn islands, quite secondary to the disappearance of her husband.It was only in the grief of her death that Mr Sims was prepared to do anything for Mary in his granddaughter’s memory. I had not realised the family connection until I saw him at the funeral, because Sarah was the. ..A male voice came from behind the door "ENTER"I gulped and pushed on the doorknob a dry creak came from the door as I went in..."SIT" said the gentlemen.The room was sparse with no natural light and no windows just a table of which the gentlemen sat behind and a chair for me to sit on.I sat quietly while the gentlemen appraised me looking me up and down...it seemed an age before he spoke...I found it difficult to meet his stare and then the awkward silence was broken as he spoke...You will. As I pulled into the drive way I announced "Well we're here, my home sweet home." We got your bags from the trunk and backseat and hauled them inside. “Hey Kev do you always carry bricks around in your suitcases when you have business trips?” I teased. “Haha, very funny Kali, actually that suitcase just has my suits in it. Hun, you just don’t have any muscles” he teased. I glanced down at my biceps…I really didn’t have any he was right. I was pulled out of my self-pity party of having no. But of course kissing alone was just stoking the fire, and in the heat of the moment I foolishly agreed to go topless with the boys, the only thing any passerby would see, is I had longer blond hair and wore a grey flannel skirt.The guy I nominated best kisser sat open-legged behind me, declaring us an item, it was that quick, and I responded by moving closer and resting my head on his open crotch, so he could bend forward and kiss my mouth at will.It was during such a kissing session the other.