We had always had a cleaning lady who came in twice a week, so even after a few days Lily's perfume was no longer hanging in the air. Yet still there ...was so much to remind me of her. I would walk into a room and see a picture on the wall. One she had chosen with me and my eyes would moisten. The linen on my bed, washed, dried and pressed, was a pattern that Lily had admired and bought. I would look at them and see us together, nakedly embracing, loving each other, joined together in that most. "Exhibition of what?" asked Helen, still bewildered."Sex," came the reply from Karl, "You and Paula do a little sixty-nining while we all watch and give you marks out of six for artistic impression and technical achievement." He went off into a fit of laughter at his own wit."But I've never done that, I'm sure," said Helen, "What is sixty-nining?" It's when I suck your cunt while you suck mine," said Paula, quickly, "I'm up for it, if that's what you want Karl, but I don't suppose Miss Prim. Lighting and accessories were perfect for the purpose. People had glasses and beer bottles, trays of snacks were available on the tables. John, Jack and I were offered food and drinks. People saw us enter, came up to us for introductions, everyone very friendly. I noticed a definite happy buzz in the room, inviting, not threatening in any way. I also noticed that all the guests, except me, were men. During introductions, the men looked me up and down, obviously pleased with how I presented,. He thinks I don't know, but I know. Some brunette French bitch, maybe 24, 25 years old. He brings her out here and fucks her." she said.She continued to complain about her husband and how alone and forgotten she felt. She began to drink as well. First one, then another. After forty five minutes or so she had worked her way through five or six. Finally she stopped, she looked at me, smiled and said to follow her.We went down the hall to a bed room. She opened the door, grabbed me and pulled me.