Sex in the Graveyard_(1)

Sex in A Graveyard
I often visited cemeteries when I was younger. I found them to be very peaceful places where I could meditate and think things over. I used to do this on and off about twice a week sometimes during the day and other times at night. It was amazing the things one could see in graveyards. People continuously talking to the dead or sometimes they might pinch flowers from other tombs to put them on their own dearly departed ones’. Other times people might appear in the cemetery completely drunk, and while staggering over to the grave they are seeking, they fall into an open one that has just been dug. But what I was going to discover and experience, was beyond belief.
That night I’d decided to take a stroll to the local cemetery to pick up a few vibes and think about my existence and the point I reached in life. I was a carpenter with certain dreams and ambitions but things were not going quickly enough for me. I was supposed to take over the small firm I worked in when the boss retired but he didn’t seem to want to retire for the time being. Cemeteries brought me the inner peace I needed to sort my ideas out so I’d had an early meal and seeing the brilliant starlit sky and the magnificent moon, I’d taken a walk to dead man’s town. How could I guess that my life was about to change for good? I was looking at a tombstone that actually appealed to me when she suddenly appeared.
As she stepped out of the car, her thin black skirt slid down her white thighs. I was watching her gothic silhouette from behind a tombstone under a brilliant Full Moon.
She entered the cemetery baring flowers in her black-gloved hands. Her black stiletto heels brought out the curves in her legs. She approached a tomb and knelt down before it, thus revealing the upper part of her thighs as her skirt shortened.
Her pale but expressive face denoted sadness. Her dark eyes surrounded by thick mascara seemed to shine as slight tears appear. They ran down her cheeks to her black lipstick. She vaguely parted her lips as her tong wiped the salty liquid. She placed the flowers in front of the headstone.
As I was watching her, I slowly came around behind her unnoticed and managed to read the inscription. “HERE LIES KARA GALTO, BELOVED SISTER” (1984 – 2004).