Never before had i become so hard, so fast. Not with old girlfriends, not with my wife. Lindy had taken me to rock hard cock places i hadn’t been be...ore. And we were just beginning. As we break from the mouth and tongue devouring session, lindy whispers, “it’s time… Don’t you think?” Wanting to give her some macho, indian kama-sutra-style lovemaking, i tell her, “the time has come,” and pick her up, sweeping her into my arms, carrying her down the hall to the unused guest bedroom (her things. I go about my life and each year, I find someone to sell me one year of their life. It keeps me alive. This year, I found you." "Why me?" I asked."No particular reason." She replied. "I happened to see you in the bar, is all. Will you sell me the year?" Sell you a year?" I asked.She nodded. "What do you do for a living, Arnold?" "I work in the mailroom at Info Corp. They are computer consultants. Work with the government and that sort of stuff." Okay. You probably make about... ten bucks an. He left for a business trip and would be gone for a week, I missed him already. It killed me to have disappointed him when he was going away. The look in his eyes when I started to stutter was all I could remember. Hurt and disappointment filled his eyes and then he was gone. I was left behind with my thoughts. On the first day I thought only about how difficult it was for me to say it aloud, how scared I was of it. I paced around the empty flat the whole day, made cups of tea to calm me down. I think Miss Sweet Thang had the hots for Eddie and flipped out seeing him with faggot boy and hoped to get some entrée into my boyfriend’s bung hole or some shit. And wouldn’t you know during that fucked up time, right after I’m confronting him, he gets the call that fucking Nigella died. So he flips out. Confesses all. Apologizes a million times. And we fucking make love! It was so sweet I had to forgive him, the little fucker! Then the burial and memorial comes up and he fucking disappears.