Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering al... the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to. ’ ‘Well you’re just gunna have to do without it, ’cause Dazza’s going back in there as soon as he can get it up.’ ‘What the fuck is it with you two, it’s not as if your married or anything.’ ‘We don’t need any Priest to say that we’re married, we love each other, don’t we Darling?’ She smiled at me and gave me a sloppy tonguey just to show him. ‘I’m goin’ back to bed, this is too much for me.’ He headed for his bed. ‘That’s all you’re good for, sleepin’ and fuckin’.’ Shazza yelled at his back.. Later in the night, we were all pretty far in, and someone asked Tom and I to smoke. I passed, but Tom disappeared out the back door. Allison excused herself to the bathroom though she could barely walk straight, and my wife and I stayed in the common room playing more drinking games. Maybe an hour had passed since then, Tom still hadn’t come back so I went to check on him. He was still outside, gathered around a hookah and still pounding beers. My wife was happy to keep playing card games,. She could feel that his shirt and his hair were wet from the rain and he smelled piney and fresh. His hold was strong, and his body felt warm. Moving her arm around his waist was all he needed. It was his permission to kiss her, so he did. She melted into him casts and all. This was no ‘hope you’re feeling better’ kiss, this was an I can make you feel better kiss. She gave as much as she got. The tension between them had been growing for days. Little smiles, gentle touches and heated caresses.