Shawna was only an inch shorter than my own 5’10’, confirming my guess from the day we met. The hospital gown and bathrobe obscured her figure, bu... it looked to be a good one. It was during one of those walks that I said, ‘I love you, Shawna,’ for the first time. ‘I love you too, Hank,’ Shawna said. ‘I can’t explain it, but I think that even though she told both of us goodbye the day we met, Missy is still here, pushing us toward each other.’ I heard Missy giggling in my head, and knew Shawna. It took all my concentration to keep the car on theroad. I couldn't afford the thought of getting pulled over by a cop. Notdressed like this. Mistress Lisa had ideas of her own, however. She put herarm around my shoulder and slipped her hot, moist tongue into my ear andthen began to kiss and nibble on my ear lobe and neck."Ooohhh! I moaned through clenched teeth. This response spurred her on."I see I'm getting to you again. Keep your eyes on the road and your handson the wheel. I'll take care. Not tonight, I have a headache."At twenty-two did I have forty or fifty more years of this? As the days and weeks rolled by this became our norm. Then thoughts creped into my head, maybe we had been to young and this was a mistake on our part. I loved Mike, but now I entertained thoughts of leaving him to find that something that was missing from my life.Yet I really didn't want to take this step. But something had to change, but I didn't know what. But, unknown to me at that time, the change. It was in many ways a sight familiar to a funeral director, the slouch of the shoulders, and head dangling from a neck too limp with grief to hold it straight. Perhaps it was those sagging shoulders, but those suits never did really look as sharp and proper as they were meant to at these events. Made one puzzle, what was the point in getting dressed in ones most expensive clothes for a gathering where sadness prevents anything you could possibly wear from looking good, and the guest of honor.