All he could remember about funerals and families and friends was food. Comfort food. Cakes. Roasts. Cookies. All the better to embalm the living, sm...ther their grief in nice round pie-shaped comfort. He smiled and walked down to his parent’s room. Their smells still hung in the air, his father’s Old Spice, his mother’s Chanel No 5, all drifted in the parallel dimensions of the living and the dead. He walked to their closet, here the smells were more intense, more personal. They were in the. She said it turned her on thinking about taking the treatment right in front of me.About 5:30 the door bell rang, my wife answered it and a well dressed black man came in and my wife introduced us. The Dr. told me he was sorry to hear about my affliction but it was pretty common in men my age. I told him I was glad that he could help my wife out, I knew it was frustrating for her. He said it was just an experimental procedure and he was hoping if I saw how it took place it might help my problem. My heart was broken and eyes were dilated. She had a boyfriend but was still flirting with me. My sadness was slowly turning into anger. So she was just a slut after all.I hooked up her bra and she put on her t-shirt.“You know, you shouldn’t go through peoples phone”, she said.I remained silent. Slut or what,I was still in love with her and this was making me go angry like hell. I guess my face was red. I guess she sensed that. She checked her phone and as I hadn’t closed the tabs so it was. Lol. I have noticed him too watching my attractive wife around the house... Normal for a teenage k**.. I know I had a crush on a couple of friend's moms when I was. Anyway. The years passed and Michael graduated from high school. College was next for him. He had worked for me while in high school and after his freshman year at college, came back home for the summer. He was welcomed back to work by me when he asked to go back to work for the summer. He was great help! We had a rain day and I.