Then, sheepishly, “What do you want me to do, then? Shift's still another three hours.”“I don't care! Don't you have places to be? Go get a sixp...ck at the convenience store so we can share a cold one after work, or whatever. Put it on my tab,” I shot back, just wanting him to leave me alone—formally forbidden for a number of reasons but at this moment, I didn't give a rat's ass.Little did I know that I was about to discover a whole new reason as to why working in a morgue alone was. Yet, at the same time he was a stranger to her. She wanted to feel every part of him, inside and out. She wanted more than he could ever give her, and she knew that, so she tried to fight her feelings. Her moral obligations kept her grounded, and she fought the thought of him daily. Sometimes she even got angry at him for even meeting her at all. It was so beautiful, yet so cruel. She can never have him. He had an effect on her like no other. When he spoke, she wanted to obey his every. During her search through her bag i got another chance to admire what was in front of me. I watched her get dressed, into a tight fitting shirt, panties, and a pair of skinny jeans.I got dressed in more casual clothing than I had originally planned, a black shirt and some black cargos, not really special to wear. After getting dressed we followed Jason out to his car and took a short drive across the street to the bar. We walked in and Jason went straight to the bar for drinks, while Jazy and I. I was going to wallow in it while I could. I spent my lunch with Betty trying to guess who would have done such a thing. The only people we knew with that kind of money, didn’t really know me. The owner of the company I worked for, Franklin Construction, was one. I had only met him once. He was a nice guy with a nice wife and a whole litter of kids. There was no way I was on his radar. I had no close relatives left in the world. I believed there might be a great aunt, by marriage, still living..