“Where’s your watch?” I asked.He smiled sheepishly and blushed. “Uh, yeah, about that...” and we both burst into laughter.“I know, I’m o...e of those disgusting young people who doesn’t wear a watch. If it’s any consolation, I learned how to tell time on an old-fashioned clock, you know, the kind with minute and hour hands. So I don’t need a digital clock to tell me what time it is.”“Is that a problem with kids these days?”“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, lowering his voice, as if I were. I still can’t believe my boyfriend cheated on me, again. This time, I’m going to get even with that creep . I looked in the back of the bus, and saw two guys, that appeared to be having a good time. At that very moment, I knew my revenge. For one night I was going to be a total slut. I got up from my seat, and walked to the back of the bus. I asked them, if I could suck their cocks. They looked shocked, as all of a sudden they could not get their pants down fast enough. I got down on my. ”“Tell me.”“Well, I, um, well I imagine having all kinds of sex with her and all the way through I am telling her all the things I am about to do to her, in as much detail as I can manage.” I let out a little laugh. “Really, that’s it? You imagine talking dirty to her while you fuck her?” He blushed again and looked down. I said to him “Babe, you know you can do that to me any time? In fact if you want to, you can do that to me every time.” “No,” He replied firmly. “I couldn’t. Because I don’t. Lydia had not appeared in my dreams since last Saturday night.After several minutes of silence, I heard the coffee pot beep to signal it was ready. Taking the first cup with me to the fireplace, I struck a match to the papers and kindling.As the fire blazed and crackled, I thought about my return to work on Monday. Unfortunately, during the last two years I shared my grief of losing Lydia by taking it out on some of my employees. I had not been an easy person to work with, and the events of.