"What are you complaining about? You're the one who threw yourself into that last ride," I pointed out."He's got a point," Anna said, smiling."Can I h...elp it if I like it fast? Besides, between your appetite and his ability to make me cum seemingly at will, I don't think I'm gonna live too long. Maybe we should get Christina to join us... and some others as well," Lis said, sarcastically."The girl at the mall?" I asked."Yeah, we were talking about taking her home with us earlier, but Lis. The little fellow was well proportioned, on the whole. Polished head atop a slim but muscled torso, redolent with the patina of polish and love. Solid legs held the body up from the statue's base. Bare feet, rubbed regularly for luck, were the least of the revelations. Bare buttocks, behind the body, flowed up to a straight spine. Solid brass, ancient and warm, all upstaged by the tumescent thrusting third leg.His cock was larger than the bronze mold should have justified. Its girth was. No one ever knew what I said. That was between me, her, and God.I broke down a third time when I saw the tombstone the family had chosen. “Sandra R. Moore, Beloved Wife and Mother.”I don’t remember the graveside service or the wake that followed. One family member or another was at my side the whole time. When it was over I went home, only to be completely reminded of her presence. It took three months before I finally allowed her things to be packed up. I’d taken the pillowcase she’d slept on. “It won’t happen again.” “I know it won’t. After today, I plan to call corporate and put in the papers to fire you.” “Why are you telling me this?” “I wanted to present you the chance to bow out gracefully. You can quit now, and I’ll even give you a good reference.” “Fuck,” he said, but he used the moment to activate the ring. He thought about them doing it right there in the office. She looked confused for a second. “You okay?” he asked. Blinking suddenly, she looked up at Keith.