Friday was coming to an end, work was dragging on, and I had regular boring plans to kill time until the party on Saturday night. I had decided to go to my Gym and get in a good workout. I went in and was immediately met by Joe. 

He said, “I have been looking for you and wanted to tell you that Harry had passed away. The funeral is on Saturday and wake is tonight.” 

I hadn't seen much of Joe and Harry lately, but we always had worked out together. We had not been playing much together recently though, just due to the timing of when we were all at the gym. 

These particular fun times you can read about in the story entry called, “Hot Tub and the Sixties”.

I was very sad about Harry’s passing and we talked about our past times together during my work out. Joe told me that Harry had been really involved with me and they always talked about me. I decided that I would skip the wake and go to the funeral and pay my respects. I know this was going to be a big boner killer, but Harry had always been nice to me and got me off many a time. Moreover, he really had appreciated me sexually.

I went home and told my husband that my workout buddy had died and I was bummed out. 

I then told him, “I will be going to the funeral Saturday so I won’t be around until later, when we are going out to the party.”

Saturday came and I dressed and went to the Funeral home, still upset that Harry was gone. He died at sixty-four from a sudden ailment, however, who really knows what that means

I went in and I saw Joe and stood beside him. He pointed out family and friends as we paid our respects. I almost felt like crying. Harry was awesome and I enjoyed him very much. I felt his ex-wife glare at me as if she knew, but I doubt it. We chatted and few of the guys from the gym guys came over. We chatted even with Gary.  

Joe said, “I think we should have a hot tub in Harry’s honor!” 

I laughed and said, “Yeah, what’s gonna happen to the house?  

I was told that Harry’s son and wife may take it. We all hung out in a little group and we talked about our memories. Harry's son came over and introduced himself and asked, “Are you the woman from the Gym?”

I said, “Yes.” 

He said, “Dad left you something.”

I was surprised and told him, “I was not really excepting anything.” 

He insisted that it was just a small gift.  

I said, “Okay, if it meant a lot to Harry, I will take your gift.”

Joe said, “We were thinking about going to the house and having a last hot tub, in Harry’s memory.”

He said, “Good idea!”

I asked Joe, “Do you still have a key?”

Joe said, “Yes. Why don’t you meet us there in about an hour? I need to finish up a few things at home.”

I replied, “I guess we are doing this huh?”

They all said, “Yes!” 

I said, “Great, I guess I’ll go.”

I got in my car knowing I had a swinger’s party to go to later but I felt like I should go. I arrived at the house about the same time as Joe. He let us in just as Harry's son arrived with his wife. He went upstairs and we had wine as he turned on the hot tub. We all joked about stuff and memories of Harry and his life. 

Harry’s son handed me a wrapped box and I put it down on the table.

I replied, “I will open it later. Thank you.” I then gave my condolences as Harry’s son and wife left. 

Everybody at the house all said come on open it.