‘You even protected Cindy. It was your natural instinct, it shows your one of the good guys. Well, more than that. It shows you’re an amazing man,...an amazing human being.’ Luke glanced at her as if to give her a warning, reminding her he wanted no further discussion about what had happened, but he softened up. Her mood changed and her eyes narrowed as she took the offensive, ‘By the way… Cindy? Really? CINDY? Were you trying to piss me off?’ Luke looked at her sheepishly, as if caught with his. Long as I can. You, all soft and naked and pretty. Hair all around you on the pillow. Your skin tastin’ real sweet…’ He followed every phrase with a gentle, penetrating kiss, his hands stroking and tangling my hair. ‘Damn, you are so beautiful. So sexy–but you ain’t a nice girl atall. You know about the things I know–seems like you were born that way. Like you were made for me.’ Deadman raised his head and looked at me with an ardor that gained potency by its very hopelessness. ”Course, there. .” He didn’t complete the question and I said.“We?”He turned and called a name and the door opened again and in walked the little round older guy. He stood next to Gandhi and I suppressed a giggle when the figure ‘10’ popped into my mind unbidden.“OK gentlemen! May I ask what it is you were both wondering?”“We wondered whether we are included in the arrangements. You know! With you?”I thought a little tease would be fun, so I asked “What did Uncle say about the arrangements?”“He said you were a. I wanted her more than I wanted the burger she so lovingly placed in front of me. “So anyways, Lauren and Amanda wouldn't invite me to their stupid party this weekend, so I'm stuck at home. Dad, are you even listening?” She smacked my arm that was propping my head up and helping me stare off into the distance. I had accidentally started thinking about the waitress again and pushed my daughter's rant off into the back of my mind. A sizable tent had built itself up in my pants from the mental.