”“No, please, you don’t have to,” Jess said, still watching me. The alcohol had loosened me up just enough that I felt excited, not at all unc...mfortable, as Jess gazed at my naked body. “Well, it is a double bed, so I guess there’s room for both of us if that’s okay,” I said.“Oh….yes, that’s perfectly fine,” Jess responded a little nervously.I pulled on an oversized tee and climbed into the bed over Jess and lay closest to the wall, with Jess’s back to me. “You’re sweet Jess. That couch is. .. with good reason.It was a small wedding, as weddings go, but every guest was special, either to the groom, or to the bride. Her best friend, belly bulging with a child that was not from Bobby’s loins, preceded her down the aisle, to stand across from Will Bradford, whose silver prosthetic hand gleamed in the lights, showing a burnished set of odd hues that were the result of that claw being used to pull photographs from chemicals that a normal man might have used gloves to handle.Only that. He took me into the family room. Before I sat down I took off my jacket revealing my very revealing outfit. Mr. Prentiss pretended not to stare. I could tell that he was undressing me with his eyes. That turned me on.“Let me go get you some hot coco,” he said as he walked out of the room.While he was making my drink I looked around the room at all the pictures of Todd. During all the time I spent in this room watching movies I never noticed that the family room was a shrine to all of his. 30 minutes after I left her, having given my dog a very short walk, much to his disgust, I'd freshened up and was on my way back to Joyce's house. I was about half way there when the doubts started kicking in. I wasn't what you'd call sexually experienced, although I wasn't a virgin either. I was used to the old ladies along the street, teasing me, trying - and succeeding - to make me blush. What if Joyce was only teasing? What if she wasn't, but was expecting me to be some kind of super-stud?.