It's kind of like one of those vacations to an obscure little Pacific island. Once there it's Paradise, but getting there is a royal pain in the ass, ...r in my case in the chest.When you're dead, there is no more pain, and that's a good thing. The flip side is there isn't much in the way of physical sensation of the pleasurable kind either. What you have is your mind, your thoughts, your emotions. Those go on in full cinematic glory, no escaping. In a sense it's even worse than being alive. He found out that she was a woman with an attitude. She was a hard worker and regular customers would often ask for her to be part of the delivery team and it was not unusual for customers to request that she be sent back to help them sort out installation issues or sort out minor defects. Her gang boss would be more than willingly to accommodate these customer requests. She hauled more furniture than all the men in her gang. However, she never flirted with the men or never acted slavish to her. But an hour passed, and she didn’t appear.She didn’t appear on the second day either, or the third. After a full week went past with no sign of her, he started waiting outside the pool for hours every day, but it made no difference. After a month, he began to get the sinking feeling that he had lost her forever, especially as new lockdown measures began to appear on the horizon and he heard news that the pool would soon close again.One day in late October, after an hour in the pool, he decided. Eventually, six o'clock came, and I was able to get away, make up all sorts of excuses why I couldn't go out for a drink and a meal that evening. I promised myself that I would have to take at least one night off from my mother in law, otherwise, they would start to become suspicious.I let myself in again, and just like the day before Maria was standing at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing a housecoat, as she always did when she was cooking, with just enough buttons undone at the top for.