Aneurysms were always unexpected, always a shame. He’d died too soon. What was that quote? ”Only the good die young”? I proceeded to disrobe...Thomas, to prepare him for refrigeration. He’ll be sent somewhere else for burial tomorrow.As I removed the hospital gown from his body, I couldn’t help but notice his sculpted physique and handsome face. What a shame. I stroked his cheek and - being curious - gently lifted his eyelids open. Glassy emerald eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing.. “We leave in half an hour.”An hour and a half later, give or take a few minutes, Rachael stood at my side and said, “Holy Shit, Batman! THAT’S a rose bush!”I grinned. “This particular rose bush, the Lady Banksia Rose, was planted in 1885, eight years after the town was founded. It’s trunk is twelve feet around and the bush covers nine thousand square feet.”“Are you sure it’s not a tree? It looks like one.”“Could be. It’s called the Tombstone Rose Tree. But it’s those trellises holding it up. She knelt submissively, looking up at him waiting for him to give her instructions. He pulled his zipper down and reached in his pants to pull out his cock. Maria’s mouth watered, anxious to taste it, she could smell the strong scent of unwashed cock and it made her dizzy. Rick took his dick and rubbed it over her face, smearing precum on her lips. Maria licked it like a kitten licking milk. She grabbed his cock in her hands and stared in disbelief at the contrast. The diamonds in her. "Well, it's got no power to speak of. When's the last time you drove it? I about had to get out and push it up the hill from Albertson's." Okay ... what do you want to do about it?" As much fun as rebuilding it sounds, I think it's time to trade it in."He looked at her from over the front page he'd just tugged free of the folded paper. Damned if I don't think she's serious about rebuilding it being fun. Or about trading it in. "Okay. How much car do you think we can afford?" Did I ever tell you.