‘You won’t,’ she shrugged. ‘You’ll get over it eventually. It’s only the day after.’ ‘Is that what happens?’ I asked. ‘Is that how... it usually goes with these friends with benefits?’ Miranda shrugged slowly and casually said, ‘I don’t know.’ ‘What do you mean you don’t know? Haven’t you done this before?’ ‘Sex? Yes. Friends with benefits? No. Honestly, I’m not… very experienced.’ I rubbed my hand across my face, trying to recollect my thoughts from where passion had scattered them. ‘I just… look. She was silent when she walked through the front door; she seemed surprised to see Triptika there.“Hey sis, we need to talk about tonight, and the rest of this week.” Triptika said.“I’m pretty tired; I just want to go to bed.” Sneha said unable to look at us.“You aren’t going to bed until we talk about this.” I said.Sneha looked at me, then at Triptika and walked over and sat down on the couch. I grabbed three more beers out of the fridge; handed one to both of the girls, then took a long pull. She stood as I pulled the covers back getting out of bed. When I was standing there in just my boxers I saw her looking at my morning wood.“Sorry,” I said when she smiled. I covering my erection with my hand and went into the bathroom. I started to grab a pair of jeans but decided she was only wearing a t-shirt and pair of my boxers, I should be alright wearing my boxers.In the kitchen I opened the refrigerator and she dutifully moved me out of her way. She looked inside, opening drawers to see. Warehouses ran the length of the docks, the shadowy stone buildings long and squat-looking in the predawn. Big lanterns hung on tall poles at the end of each dock, a signal for any craft approaching in the night. A few bodies moved about in the lantern light, carrying crates or barrels or coiling rope, as many tasks as there were workers. There were guards, too; two at the end of each dock, in plate mail and holding long spears across their chests.Not wanting to risk being seen, she pulled.