"My rep as a ladies' man could crumble in one fell swoop if I'm seen wearing pink." I think you can handle it for one day," Jamie said."Yeah, you're r...ight," Brandon said. "I'm just really glad to be a part of this. You know I don't like to get all mushy, but I'm really happy for you Jamie. You're the only person that I'd wear pink for." Thanks, man," Jamie said. "Just make sure you keep your cool when you see Denise in her low-cut gown." Low-cut?" Brandon asked, his eyes dreamily looking off. The night after she was buried, they got 2 men to dig her up. There was no time to lose in order to ensure that the corpse remains fresh and attractive. The holy man has been known to reject ugly or highly decomposed corpses as he has to have sex with them. Fortunately, she still looked as beautiful as her photograph in the newspapers. Indeed, she looked almost alive as the mortician had done a good job. The two men were sorely tempted to have their way with her corpse but they did not want to. Strange small talk coming from all these guys, no one knew what to do next. One of the guys reached over and took the towel I was holding from me and tossed it to his friends – kind of like he wanted to play keep away with it – I was having none of that. Now I was naked and had all these naked guys standing around me, they seemed to be moving closer with each second. I looked over at my husband and saw that evil grin he gets when he knows I’m going to have some fun, The guys were now. The lawyer was there, the one that had picked Cindy. Another couple of guys, whose name I didn’t catch. He greeted us, each with a kiss on each cheek. Every man in there envied him. Every woman hated us. Hated us for what were. I had known most of them for a long time. They had been my friends, or so I thought. In truth I had only Cindy, and two others, but they weren’t members of this stuffy club, nor the tennis club, which was just an extension. “Michelle darling, you are looking good, I.