Too soon.

I was sitting at the bar babying my drink and I turn to notice a beautiful woman sitting alone in the corner. She seems solemn and desperate. I can't help but feel like there is something I can do to help so I approach her table. Walking toward her I notice a tear rolling down her face.
“Are you alright?” I ask.

“No, I have recently lost someone very close to me,” she replies burying her face in her hands as the tears stream from her eyes.

“I'm very sorry to hear about your loss, would you like me to leave?”

“Actually I could use some company, but could we go somewhere more private?” Nothing about this seems right but before I stop to gather my thoughts the words were already out.

“My place is not far from here,” I said with nervous excitement. Opening my front door she is all over me, we fall onto the couch kissing and groping. My hand slides to her inner thigh, she pushes me away with a look of disgust.

“Is something wrong?” I blurt feeling foolish and confused.

“This just doesn't feel right, it's too soon,” she said looking down with mauled eyes. Without thinking I ask,

“Are you a lesbian?” she glares wide eyed as her vulnerable demeanor quickly turns to rage, she slides a knife from her boot and replies

“No, I'm a necrophile.”