It was fairly serious, butnever in a way that we figured would ever lead to marriage. We were both just too independentfor that. What held us together... was the sex, in a lot of ways. And the sex we did in a lot ofways. She was more experienced than I was when we met, when she was on the reboundfrom dating a friend I knew casually.After three years, though, we were pretty much at the same level experience wise... and thesame level was becoming a little too routine.Jenny was always open to. .. curiosity gets the best of you and walk in to take a peek. It's a black and white satin maids outfit, a short wavy brown wig, nylons, black heels, a duster, rubber dish gloves and a note: Put this on then report back downstairs for cleanup duty. Signed with only a red lipstick kiss. Was this meant for you??? Did I have all of this planned already? What have you gotten yourself into? You ponder it a moment and decide why not. Even if it weren't meant for you, maybe it would be a fun. But she had to go to the funeral and it was the next city over about an hour away from us. She wanted me to come along so she would not feel so alone. Well it turns out in her family funerals are like reunions and the whole day before the actual funeral they are all at the funeral home talking and getting to know each other again. There were people there she had not seen since she was a little little girl. I lost track of her and got real tired of explaining to everybody that I was not. The boat captain got one paying customer, the office got their commission, the Crown got some taxes - and I got my ride to Aston! Cheaply.Once I had the boat trip figured out, the evening was still young and I wondered what I should do. This was by far the biggest town I had visited in my life and I still had some issues in staying a longer time close to big groups of people. I had been somewhat worried about finding my way around the town but it seemed that I’d be able to find my way here, at.