The bar we'd picked was Jared's favorite. We all ordered a whiskey sour, again Jared's favorite, and toasted to his memory. The conversation was alrig...ht, but I'd always been kind of an outsider in this group, so I kept to myself. I considered leaving when they all decided to hit the club, but stayed just to avoid heading back to my empty apartment just yet. The Scarlet Unicorn was this weird dance club that played a mix of classical music remixed to grind to and what they called "Fantasy House". The PC in a hibernation mode was opposite us and I was very aware that a light nudge would bring those photos of me up onto my very new thirty inch screen. That kept me on tenterhooks throughout the meal. As it happened we didn't talk about 'it' as we ate. We cleared up and I filled our glasses with red wine. "So we have to talk Peter" I opened up as we sat back on the couch. I sat at one end my back against the arm looking at him. He was sitting in the middle of the couch leaning forward his. After we'd finished, she said, "Thank you. It was very nice of you to fix dinner. It was wonderful. Now its time for dessert..." Then she stood up & looked at me, with either LUST in her eyes or a bad case of indigestion, and walked toward me... !So here I was: 15 years past my sexual prime... About to finally lose my cherry!! And, mmm, what a babe she was, too! 24 years old. Sandy-blonde hair. 34-24-34. A vision of loveliness, standing there, taking off her sheer dress right before my eyes!. I was so confused! I loved Siller, that's why it hurt so much, the thought of Vanessa worming her way in between us. But...I think I was starting to love Vanessa, too. That's also why it hurt so much, the idea that she would use my affection to get to Siller. But it wasn't her, not really. And, it seemed (as I tried to reason through all the, uh, ins and outs), she wasn't trying to split anybody up, she was just enjoying herself...and me. As she would enjoy DeeDee, and Siller too, if I let.