The black SUV stopped just outside the cemetery. With no words said, Asher got down. His shirt had dried up, leaving behind a large colored patch. A memory of what transpired earlier in the night. A memory that would stick with him until the shirt came off.
With the moon over his head, Asher slid his hands into the pocket of his pants. The air was cold, but not too cold. He couldn't wait to get home, undress, take a long shower before letting his mind forget the events of the night in a deep slumber. After a deep breath, Asher walked through the big opening created by steel rods that ran from the ground into the air.
