Lit the fireplace and, after having asked her already in the car, brewed us some tea and placed it on the table. She had a swept a blanket around her ...body and she looked at me with a question in her eyes, “will you fuck me?”- Let’s start this all over again, just a tiny bit, I heard myself saying. Changing my mind, shaking that feeling of needing to be the carefully protector of everybody I meet. - Are you sexually healthy? I asked after she got some grip of my confusion.- Yes, and you?- Yes.. I recognized Jenna’s Caddy right away. Room number 205 she’d said. I headed for it. The door was ajar. She was sitting on a rattan chair that flanked the small utility table to the left of the doorway. She’d been crying big time. Her eyes were all puffy and her dress was slightly torn, but still fulfilling its primary function of covering her nakedness. “Jenna?” I said. Then I saw them. I hadn’t until then. The three men, the three dead men. I recognized two of them. I’d mixed it up with Harry. "Bend over and really show him" I then said, in a very gloating tone, and gently pushed her head to the floor. "Reach back, like Daddy's "good girl' and spread your cheeks to show your hubby."She did as I said and as she spread her rounded cheeks, the tail's beginning was clearly visible coming out of her tight anal opening."Yep" I added, confidently, "I even fucked her there. But, I imagine that you've not had that pleasure, have you?" I added, now looking at him and already knowing the. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become friends, and that is what we did. Great friends. Friends who can talk about anything, who share everything. Friends who cannot wait for the next email or text, who smile in a goofy way when one arrives. Through ups and downs, joys and disappointments, we were friends. And we loved.