Poster Comment:

I've got a gal watching me over my shoulder that moved The Reaper aside for a second. Damn, I love pretty gals. I also love cooking for two, it seems so pointless doing it for myself.

Aleena says, "Hi!" Her hand on my shoulder feels better than the Reapers. Maybe if I can get her legs back under her from the trauma that she's dealing with as a nurse, we can date or something. I'm a pretty grizzled up old fart.