She felt like she had suddenly entered a calmingstupor. She realized she had to get home, and nothing else mattered. Sheopened the bathroom door and s...owly walked out, completely naked. One ofthe men woke up when the door opened, and she turned back to look at himas he moaned awake."Whoa lady, you look totally different! Nothing like the slut I thoughtwe banged yesterday. Those drugs were really something..."She turned around and calmly walked out.She had gotten numerous stares, but it wasn't a. Of course she did, she said - as if there were no other reasonable course. She was crazy about her Afghan refugee. "You think I want to take a chance on killing him? No way!"Which was, I told her, exactly the way my Significant Other and I felt, and why we'd gotten tested.The talk moved on to cheerier subjects and later, after more chatting and catching up - and her doing in two-thirds of a bottle of wine - she started examining the titles of the books. She asked if she could look at one on a. I got in the shower real fast just to wash off the smell of fish before I put on a pair swim trunks and a T-shirt and headed down to the pool.The day was nice. Sunny but cloudy giving a little bit of shade throughout the day. A soft cool breeze blowing through the air hinting at the coming autumn. The girls of course had already beat me to the pool which it looked like we had to ourselves for this afternoon. As I got toward the pool it looked like we had it all to ourselves. Today was Sunday. Couldn't blame her. I got off on them, too. Said she was 23. I wondered why she liked stories about grandfathers fucking. Did she have fantasies about her grandfather?My eyes snapped to the front door, but it was obviously not her. She had sent me pictures so I would recognize her. They showed a young, vibrant person with bright, questing eyes. We had begun an exchange of letters through the e-mail system. Do you like this? Would you do that? What turns you on? Can we meet somewhere? That was.