On his twentieth anniversary, Michael got a room at the Hilton where they cavorted for three hours.
At five, he said, “Time to go. I’ve got to pick up flowers for my wife.”
He wouldn’t need the flowers. When he left room 154, he ran into her exiting room 151.
Harry Demarest has retired after careers encompassing scientific research, teaching at a university, software development, web application development, and voter database compilation and distribution. He is now spending his time with his grandchildren and writing memoirs and short stories.
They were made for each other. Nice twist.