" Shit!" Linda could see the disgust in Al's face. He shook his head. "There's no way I'm going to participate in his ghoulish rituals. I'll go to the... funeral, but not tonight. I'll call him later and let him know."Linda seemed to relax a little. "Then you don't think I'm horrible for not going to look at my husband's dead face?" Hell no! I'd think you were a little strange if you did. By the way, do you think you'd be able to swing by and pick me up tomorrow? I'll drive from here, if you'd. Ten minutes later, Chom was standing in the backyard with his arms crossed. They had fled the house without getting anymore meatloaf. Disgusted, he said, “We should have used a Leprechaun negotiate for us,”“And share that Ambrosia with a Leprechaun?” Pip asked as if the suggestion was beyond ridiculous.“We didn’t get any of that Ambrosia so what would it matter if we had to share it with the Leprechauns or not?” Chom asked.Considering the degree of failure their attempt to get more meatloaf had. She consulted her book. ‘We should have a table soon if you want to take a seat over by the fireplace to wait.’ ‘Do you have time?’ Derek asked Lori. She shrugged. ‘Sure.’ ‘Okay,’ Derek agreed. They had a seat on a rustic pine bench with dark blue plaid covered cushions near a fireplace. Their knees touched. Lori didn’t know if it was intentional, but everything he did and said brought memories rushing back. The first time they had made love was after dinner at a steakhouse like this. After. I walked in and she was in a towel. Her long legs came out form underneath. Her legs were muscular but so fucking sexy. I walked to the bathroom and peeked over to the hamper. The clothes she had on were on top. FUCK. YES.I laid down under the sink and began “working”. I couldn’t focus for shit knowing her sweaty fresh panties were feet from my head. I heard her moving around in the room. I peeked down toward my feet and saw her walk by in her panties and a bra. The panties were a black lacy.