This wasn’t going to be a romantic tryst by candle light with Kenny G playing in the background. I was going to fuck the shit out of her. I stepped ...nder the water and she approached and proceeded to scrub me down. The shower was meant for couples to fool around in and we had plenty of space. She lathered up the cloth and began to work it in circles over my skin, doing my shoulders and then my back. She went down to my ass and slid her soapy arm between my ass cheeks and I felt her rub at my. The mausoleum was also built of red brick. It had a cross leading up from the roof, as though it was a small chapel. A mausoleum symbolizes a family that was at one time financially and socially prominent.When Ellen reached the mausoleum she looked into the barred door at the placard that read, "John Morton 1961 – 1991." Honey," She said. "I'm back."Ellen continued, "The leaves have fallen from the trees. There is a thick fog, but it is not very chilly."The trees you planted around our house. .. I would but you’re never there.He said ... Why don’t women blink during foreplay?She said ... They don’t have time.He said ... How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?She said ... We don’t know; it has never happened.He said ... Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and Good- looking?She said ... They already have boyfriends.She said ... What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is every night?He said ... A widow.He said ... Why are married. )A shower and shave later, I was glad I had left the A/C on all night for I was still sweaty.School had just opened for the season and traffic suddenly choked off the main drag through town on my bus route, and I had an armful of work today. I needed a head start, but I didn't have my bus schedule. No matter - I had worked for over thirty years in lower Manhattan until relocating to an office in Midtown. Today, I would skip my usual bus into Midtown and take the PATH train into the World Trade.