After changing into her nightie again, we sat down with the drinks.Monica stared at me for a sec and then said” I’m going to share something and y...ou better not talk to anyone about it” Now both of us have shared enough , so that even if one of us opened her mouth the other could do as much harm. So chequered past was the boon and the bane.The she narrated- “ you know about me scrubbing Krish down for a bath. Well last Wednesday I was onto the same thing. He was in his underwear, and had his. She’s Billie Summers who wrote Celeste Bush’s bio. We saw her on TV recently. She’s staying out by the airport facing into Copano Bay.’ Billie fumed, god why didn’t the woman announce the color of her underwear and be done with it. Acutely embarrassed, Billie wanted to rush off but the checkout operator seemed to too heavy-fisted to count the bills Billie had handed over but it became obviously was just stalling. Women and two guys rushed up to introduced themselves to Billie and to welcome her. He’d died too soon. What was that quote? ”Only the good die young”? I proceeded to disrobe Thomas, to prepare him for refrigeration. He’ll be sent somewhere else for burial tomorrow.As I removed the hospital gown from his body, I couldn’t help but notice his sculpted physique and handsome face. What a shame. I stroked his cheek and - being curious - gently lifted his eyelids open. Glassy emerald eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing. Nobody was watching, so the urge grew until I could. I know now what the bass I was fishing for must feel when they get a flash of the lure streaming through the water. It's instinctual, there is no thinking, bam it just hits the bait. Beth smiled up at me as she cupped the water in her hands and trickled it down her torso. The water can’t be more than thirty-six to forty inches deep depending on recent weather. She rubbed the water up and down her arms trying to grow accustomed to the water. I continued gathering my stuff as my cock grew harder,.