I'm sitting in my chair, working on some files about a team I wanna assemble. I'm thinking of who could be a sharpshooter could be good with the team I have. I sigh as I realize something. I'd have to let my husband be put in danger. Why? He's the best damn sharpshooter the military has ever seen. I grumble ad I stand up. I stretch a little bit, and I rub my eyes. I then start to walk out of my office. I walk down to yours and I push through, as usual.

"Hey, baby, I needa talk to you 'bout somethin'. Somethin' real important."

I sit down and look at you. God, I could look at you. Your body was the best thing in my life. Your laugh was even better. Damn, it's almost like I married you. Oh, wait, I did. I won the lottery on that one.