She quickly stood up and then looked at me like I had just grown two heads."I still don't understand how it works," I said before Linda could get a wo...d out, "But suffice it to say that it does. So I am going to suggest that you leave before it gets any stronger. Don't come around and if you feel a compulsion to come around here, try to resist it as much as possible."Linda nodded and started to make her way to the door, her hand shaking as she reached out to open the door wider."And you cannot. I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, stopping at the end and listened. It sounded like someone is sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacie sitting at a banquet table with a couple of candles lite, some music playing and all the lights in the back off.'Stacie are you ok, ' I asked her with some concern in my voice.She jumped up asking, AWho's there?''Hey it's me Terry, don't you remember that. I inhale him deeply. His head arches up to the heavens with moans directed toward the Goddesses above. I feel and hear this and inhale him again. He returns my affection, eating fully from my sex, madly burying his face between my legs. Plunging his tongue into my moist flower. He searches my chasm like a buck that thirsts for water so badly, that he will pierce the barren earth with his raw tongue for any droplet of moisture. This is a dance of comfort, closure and truth. Arms, legs, and. One guy set a can of Colt 45 on it. The last guy actually had a half-helmet that he laid on the casket. The funeral guy looked at Shania, who nodded, and the casket descended slowly into the hole. Shania stood up, took a handful of dirt and tossed it on the box. She turned quickly, grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the grave-site and back to the limo. The driver had to scurry to catch up. He closed the doors, slid behind the wheel and looked into the mirror. “Back to the funeral home?” he.