In one sense the desire to make these plans was even stronger, by virtue of the fact that they had, subconsciously or not, avoided making plans up to ...hat point. Making plans requires that you make decisions, and making decisions requires that you face facts, and facing facts is sometimes very painful.Her hand landed on his chest as she snuggled against him, and drifted slowly toward his groin. There seemed to be some kind of magnet down there that drew her hand. She loved everything about his. But all in all, he was nothing but a useless asshole that I was lucky enough not to marry. He wasn't even such a great fuck, I've been fucked and also fucked harder and better than he could ever fuck anyone, including me.The problem for me was that the girl in whose shower he died was my boss, and because of our mutual grief, my hatred towards her and her guilt, it was decided that I should leave my place of work. It wasn't a decision made by both of us, but sadly my vote was kinda forfeit. I took it out of the oven. The potatoes were still simmering in a pot on the stove. They were done, so I took them out and mashed them, adding a little milk and seasoning it to my own tastes. I was feeling a bit neglected, I think. I opened a couple of cans of green beans and put them in the microwave, and then made gravy out of the drippings in the roast pan. My gravy isn't all that good, but I needed something to do.Finally, though, it was ready, and getting cold, so I went and called to the. Everyemotion that he'd ever felt, every thought that he'd ever though andevery bit of magic that he'd ever touched all jumped out at him at once. The young minor wizard clearly remembered his father and mother as theyargued about the taxes. He remembered his older sister Betal whomarried as soon she turned 15 summers old, and leaving them. He hadn'tseen her since. Memories of girls that Sorven had dated filled hismind, as did his classmates at the Academy. Then even more images andmemories.