"Yes can I please have a blanket and a pillow it seems to be rather cold back here." He rubbed his hands together and she came back and gave him what...he asked for and promptly left. He then gave me this wicked look that sent shivers down my back. I rolled my eyes ignoring him and went back to my music. He then tapped me on my arm and I took my earphones off and he said. “Don’t you want a blanket? Aren’t you cold?” He said this in a hurried tone as if he was telling me and not asking. ‘No, you stink, get in the shower, let me wash you first.’ Doing as you ask, smirking at your tease, I get inside the hot water and feel it rush all around me. Entering behind me you put your lips on my back and wrap your arms around me, I can feel your breasts against my back and your lips between my shoulders. Slowly we wash one another, exploring the others body with soap and water, cleaning, kissing, touching, teasing. Your fingers slide over me, between my legs, cupping my balls and then. I follow his gaze as he grumbles about something quietly. He is a bit self critical of his looks and dislikes people pointing at him. “Ah don’t pay any attention to them. They are just jealous that you are hanging out with a handsome guy like me.” “You do realize you are almost as strange as I am Mister big horn sheep gorilla mutt.” Bob chuckles. “The world is a funny place. Maybe they are sad because they are not with you. Ever think of it that way?” I ask and almost swipe the last wing.. I had been so wrong. Now everything felt wrong. Is this what your supposed to spend your whole life doing? Building a relationship with someone, sacrificing, compromising, and then one day, for whatever reason, losing them? What then? Do you start over, begin the torment of dating, falling in love, making new vows? Or do you stay alone, living a simpler but less full life? With these thoughts in my head, I fell into a troubled sleep. A week went by after the funeral and I tried to get back into.