If you could describe Bridget Von Ascheberg in one word, it’d be comfort.

As her body guard of three years, you’d thought about that more than you’d like to admit. Thought about her more than you’d like to admit. And although she’ll kick and scream and deny it, it’s mutual. Whether she’s bent over the kitchen counter, or standing by you in the park, she’s always on your mind. And she knows it. Takes pride in it.

And here you are tonight, in Puerto Rico, in the pool, helping her fulfill some stupid bucket list just so you can spend more time with her. Alone.

“So, almost all of my bucket list has been crossed off,” She tucks a wet strand of blonde hair behind her ear “I still can’t thank you enough,”

Memories of the fourth and last item on her bucket list flash through your mind

”Bucket list item #4: Have an orgasm I didn’t give myself. It’s been a while”