“Hi, sweetie!” he said. Emma liked being called sweetie. She liked having someone call her ANY pet name, really.“What’s up?” he asked.“Jus... wanted to hear your voice ... do you want to come back over after work? With Bruiser, of course,” Emma asked.“Absolutely! I’ll see you about five?” he asked.“Sure! See you then!”Brent showed up, Bruiser under his arm, right on time. His smile was broad and genuine, but he could tell right away that Emma’s was forced.He started to ask what was wrong, but she. I was panting like a cat in heat and could never remember feeling so stuffed before. When she shot Mike’s issue into me, for the first time in my life, I could feel it splash against my uterus and I came with a scream. I begged the doctor not to remove the machine, I needed to feel it inside me for a little while more. She just smiled and said it was now mine and I could do with it as I pleased. Only then, did I look up and see Mike he was staring at me in amazement, when he saw me looking at. " He handed me the envelope. It was heavy with £20 notes. I tried to surpress my glee. "Finish your whiskey and come upstairs to the bedroom, first door on the left." I waited for five minutes, nervously. I finished my second whiskey and then got up and emptied some more of the bottle into my class as I heard him walk up the stairs and then into the bedroom. I finished my third, large, measure, and then, placing the money safely into my bag I walked nervously up the stairs. I knocked, gently on. Moore, Beloved Wife and Mother.”I don’t remember the graveside service or the wake that followed. One family member or another was at my side the whole time. When it was over I went home, only to be completely reminded of her presence. It took three months before I finally allowed her things to be packed up. I’d taken the pillowcase she’d slept on the last night of her life and sealed it, bringing it out on her birthday and our anniversary, inhaling her scent until it finally faded.