It wasn't that our sex life was terrible, in fact, my husband is fantastic in bed, I just felt that I didn't need it as much as I use to.One Sunday af...ernoon, I told my husband that I needed to run out to grab some stuff to prepare for work as I had an early Monday meeting. While I was at the supply store looking at folders, a very good looking man came into the aisle. He was an older man, maybe in his early 50s with broad shoulders and a touch of grey in his hair. He has a five o'clock shadow. Anxious to know when my uncle would return, Idecided to try to use my pre-cog abilities. Okay, it was a stupid thingto attempt; I had no idea what I was doing, and could not even begin toimagine the possible dangers.After reading a few misinformed articles and a number of works offiction that were based on pure fantasy, I settled down cross legged onmy bed, and entered what I naively thought of as a meditative trance.Imagining a path before me, I stepped onto it and promptly got lost. Iwas. Mario cocked his head as instructions were relayed from an earpiece. He jerked his head around and saw that Jennifer Ellison had indeed left the poolside. The Boss had decided she could be brought back into the main mix when the gang**** moved to the bedroom, as Carlton was taking care of her. Mario knew the Boss was fond of the Butler, and liked for him to have additional treats. Still, the old man could use some help. Mario grabbed a couple of the guards waiting their turn. Their. And sex is a distant memory. Jesus, just let me die.”I offered to put him out of my misery a couple of times.“I don’t want you to kill me! Just let me die.”“Well, would you get on with it then? I’m tired of listening to you bellyache about it.”Doctors estimate that Renie (Lorene) and I have about four months left to live. I believe that is based on their investigation of our finances and savings. Once we hit four more months, we’ll be broke. That’s Big’s problem. He’s got enough money in his.