God."That's all I could say to that heavenly vision."Come on baby, touch them."She said, with a wicked smile on her face.She took my hands and planted...them on her sweaty breasts.At first I couldn't move them, I was now looking at my hands where breasts once were, my eyes never moved.I was in a different mental state, a state where dreams and reality intertwines.She put two fingers under my chin and lifted my face so my eyes could connect with hers."Honey, there's nothing wrong in wanting to. "She knows you are here. I've told her everything about you and our past relationship. I haven't lied to her. I never lied to you either." That's right," she snapped. "You never lied to me. All you did was mislead me, and then go fuck that slut Karen Webb when you were supposed to be meeting me." I could tell she was getting angry. This conversation wasn't what I had wanted, but now that we'd started it, I planned to continue."Did I really mislead you Cameron?" I demanded. "How long have we. Of course; who better to have looking fantastic than Marilyn, I carried Marilyn's corpse to her silver gray coffin and placed her inside positioning her hands below her chest and placing a rose between them. Now I closed the lower lid. I hated to cover up the lower half of her but it might be hard to explain to the family. The next evening was the viewing and the place was packed. I saw quite a few men with bulges in their pants. Marilyn could do that to us even dead. Then I got a surprise. An. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It had been a damn long time since I had waited so anxiously for a woman's response.Sheila glanced up at me with a quizzical expression. "I think I can make it if you don't mind helping me up."Well, that didn't answer anything."So much for being subtle. Sheila, I was gently trying to find out if you were married or otherwise.