All The Days Of My Life
Something stirs in his chest.
Terry.
She looks good. Tall. Lean. Leggy. Curvy. And she sure knows how to kiss. So much more than a fond memory. A part of him will always long for her. A part of him will always care for her. The pleasure they gave each other. The passion. The unforgettable moments. She's still single. He's already a married man. He will never forget the look in her eyes the day she told him, "Congratulations." He couldn't tell if she was sad. It's just that everybody knew they wouldn't have a future together. A cop and a mobster's daughter. They were just like ice and fire. All kinds of problems and troubles ahead. Twists and turns and bumps and most definitely bruises. No happy ending. But the sex was good. So good. He sometimes dreams of her. Naked. Sweaty. Breathless. Smiling. On top of him. And then he wakes up and realizes it's all but a dream.
He heard Terry is seeing someone from New York. He heard Stephanie and Manoso have flown to Vegas. And here he is, stuck at the mall, waiting for Emily to finish shopping, hoping to get a pay raise, or a promotion. He takes another sip of his Coke. All the ice cubes have already melted. It tastes worse than tap water. He watches Terry walk away. He stands up and orders another cheeseburger. With extra onions.
It's just another day in his life. He's just a married man.
With low sperm count.