After Glen returned with two fresh cups of coffee, he remarked, "Never would have guessed that you work at the funeral home."She nodded, letting out a...half-hearted chuckle. "Creepy, huh?" Nah. Don't know if I could do it, but there's nothing creepy about it."That was a surprise."Guess that's how you got the idea for the green cemetery, huh?" The other way around, really. The cemetery was always my mother's dream, and that's how I ended up in college for funeral services." Bet she's tickled that. ”“Fair? The fair is where you buy deep fried Twinkies. I hate that word. There is no fair. If there was you would still be mine. If there was fair, you would accept my offer and we could both be happy. There is one more thing, you don’t fuck anyone until I do.”“If you are serious, I agree.”“Deal.”Well, its been two months later, the divorce papers have been drawn up and wait only for Deb to fulfill her part of the deal. To top it off, Deb was just as horny as a goat, a great motivator. I had. But she pushed it down and refused to show her true fear of his rejection of her. She fixed him with a look of playful power daring him to tell her to get out while she kept just enough of a smile to entice him. The intensity of their gaze would have been enough to make anyone run and cower. She held his eyes unblinking, unflinching willing him to do as she wanted. The minutes ticked by and finally she saw him give in, his eyes dropping as he looked away and for half a second she waited to hear. A passionate burning inside me, a heat I couldn’t contain, a soothing ache. We stayed in this passionate embrace for a few more seconds before parting. “We should probably get inside. I wouldn’t want you catching a cold,” he joked as he flicked my nose. The summer air was damp and humid and it had to be at least 70 degrees outside, definitely not cold-catching weather. We hurried inside quietly, sneaking in through the back since were an hour late. I knew his parents would be leaving with my.