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Mourning Sex

Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

down her face again. I slid my arm around her waist and forced her to continue walking toward the table with the guest book. "Cindy is here out of respect for her grandmother," I said tersely. The first sister started to retort, but I cut her off. "If you have any respect at all for your grandmother, you will shut your mouth, and allow Cindy her due." The second one opened her mouth, but I cut her off, too. "Just a suggestion, but the next time you wish to honor someone, you might consider flowers as a symbol of the love you had for them. And you might consider some photos to share their life and the happiness you shared with them." Cindy had finished signing the guest book. She quietly said, "We can go now." If I hadn't been so mad about the sisters' callousness, I would have laughed when I saw she had added me as 'and friend' after her name in the guest book. She took my hand and we left the room with its stunned silence. I led her back to the car, and after I opened the door for her, she mechanically sat. I carefully closed her door, then walked around and climbed in. "Where to next?" I asked, trying to sound jovial. "I don't know," she answered. "I can't believe you said that to them. I would never have made it without you." "I have two sister-in-laws that I have to treat that way once in a while," I explained. She sat in silence for a while. Finally she said, "I guess I need to call a taxi to get to the train station." "I am your taxi," I said with a smile. "From here, ... I can take you just about anywhere. I would prefer not to drive down into Chicago though." "I only need to go to Chicago to change trains," she said absently. "Where do you live?" I asked. She named a northwest suburb. We were currently in one of the western suburbs. Without a car, it made sense to take the west line train back into the city, and then catch the northwest train out to her suburb. "You're in luck, then," I said. I told her where I live. "I drive right through your town to get home, so I can drop you off if you'd like. It will save you a couple of hours on trains." "Oh, I couldn't," she replied. "Are you sure? Really, I drive right through there every day. If you'd like, I can drop you off at the train station there, so you won't have to worry about me knowing where you live." "Well, I guess. It would be nice to not take all night to get home." I started the car, and we headed out. Driving through the Chicago suburbs can be a challenge, even when you are as far away from the city as we were. She did not seem to want to deal with small talk, and so we listened to the radio and I drove. I know it's hard to believe, but I was still in 'friendly stranger' mode, and it never crossed my mind to think of her as anything but a woman who needed friendly help. When we reached her town, I turned towards the area of the train station. I caught her staring at me again. She blushed and looked away. "You could drop me off at my house," she suggested quietly. "Whatever you are ...