Now, though, she had been taken away from him and it was hard for him not to wonder what could have been.As he approached her casket, he peered inside...and saw her laying there, brunette hair brushed out of her face and flowing off to the side, her face pink and semi life-like, and her eyes gently closed. Her hands were folded across her breast and she looked so peaceful to him. He hadn’t really been to many funerals in his life (two that he could think of, though he was very young in both cases. He was in his early thirties, stood only five foot four to my six foot three, one hundred and twenty five pounds and he was clean-shaven. Without speaking, he motioned for me to follow and led me to his bedroom. Still not speaking he pointed at the floor. He had that little glint in his eye that short guys often have when a guy my size is submissively on my knees at his knees. With shaking fingers, I reached for his crotch. When I lowered his zipper, opened his fly and pulled his pants down. “There were some complications that I don’t want to talk about, and I felt an obligation to Linda that I don’t think can be ever repaid. She saved my life, at least once ... and my soul. This was the only way that I could make certain that you and I could still be together.” And I left it at that. Unsaid, but much on my mind, was that now we’d never be together for that last final forever; now that my mortality had ended.I realized right there and then, at that moment that eventually I was. “I’ve had an itch I’ve been meaning to scratch all day and I think you’ll enjoy helping me out.”“Um––”She looked up and saw herself reflected back in his mirrored sunglasses, which he was still wearing from outside. It was better that she couldn’t see his eyes, Karen thought. It made him seem more anonymous and she wouldn’t feel so bad about straying from Grant to find a little relief. Besides, it would be so quick, it would hardly count. She gripped the hem of his tank top and lifted it up,.