"That's one hot little outfit you and Suzie put together. I'm going to have trouble keeping my mind on dinner, and I can see by the tent in his skirt ...hat Paul will too."I almost protested that I had put the outfit together myself, but when I saw the bulge in Paul's skirt, I was too ashamed to do more than blush. Then Elena caught the direction of my stare and made it worse."Honey, you've got to eat some real food before you can have any of that dessert. But after dinner I'm sure Paul will. Apart from being so good looking, he was also a great guy. He was funny and laid back, which made him not necessarily the best boss as he didn't want to piss anybody off even when he should have. But I loved working with him. He was good at what he did (as far as the job, not the managing aspect), and he had a passion for it that I loved as I had the same. We spent day after day joking and flirting.He was careful to make sure he only flirted obviously when none of the other 6 employees were. He was three or four inches taller than Charles Senior and of course had all his hair. Sheila switched off the television and turned to me."Tell me about it," she said.I looked at her, questioning, not because I didn't understand what she wanted to know. I was questioning the domino. Was it telling me what I thought it was? I saw it again; my hands on the kitchen counter, her hands on the kitchen counter like two dots; me with my legs spread; her with her legs spread, like two dots at the other. If it's dead, broken and worthless, the midden is where it goes.Centuries in the future, assuming the natural progression of things, archaeologists will exclaim over the trash of the past; the broken pot; declaring the sherds to be thus and so, the bones of eaten animals with their knife marks or gnawed evidence of "poor unfortunates" last resort.The human remains will be declared sacrifice unless the thrust of sword or the discovered arrow head denotes a fierce battle with invaders. Those.