In the Beginning-

            Like the headstones scattered throughout the ground, the mausoleums came in all shapes and sizes. The bigger the building the more people to be found inside. Most of them were locked, allowing access only to a select few. Not that it made a difference. It would take more than a lock to keep him from entering if he so chose. He didn’t need to enter to discern the contents. Even from afar, he could see what was inside.

            At the moment, he was staring at the Griffin family tomb. Multiple generations lay within. There was Bruce and Carol Griffin, the first generation. Two of their children, Stan and Matilda were also resting with them to make up the second generation. The third generation thus far comprised only one young man by the name of Xavier. An empty slot waited at Xavier’s side, a slot for--

            “Can I help you?”

            Simeon turned, and for a moment was struck dumb.        It’s her.

The woman standing before him was, for lack of a better word, an angel. Though she was just five feet six inches tall, she exuded a strength that belied her tender age of twenty-one. Long tendrils of auburn hair tumbled down her shoulders. There was a hint of sadness lurking in her blue eyes, but it didn’t diminish the sparkling. The summer dress with its thin straps hugged her body to accentuate the rise of her breasts and curves of her hips. An image of her body molded to his flashed behind his eyes and nearly staggered him.

“You can’t be serious.”

            Simeon furrowed his brow. “I’m sorry?”

            “Since it sounds like you’re asking, the answer is yes.”

            “I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”

            “Yes, you should be sorry.”                                                               

            “And what is it I should be sorry for?”

            “For standing there picturing me naked.”

            Simeon tried to cover his surprise as he stared at Lucy Ann Griffin without blinking. Women didn’t typically call him out in such a way. Some pretended to be oblivious to his intense gaze while others squirmed beneath it, but she was doing neither. Instead, there was a teasing glint dancing in those marvelous blue eyes.

“Besides the fact that it’s completely disgusting to do something like that to a stranger, it’s even sicker to do it in a cemetery,” Lucy continued.

“I don’t see why the location would make a difference,” Simeon said, and she smirked.

“Spoken like a true pervert.”

“If it’s perverse to be taken aback by a beautiful woman such as you then call me guilty as charged.”

“A pervert and a poet, lucky me.”

“Actually, I think I’m the lucky one.”

“Just so you know, I think I’ll puke if you say you’re lucky for meeting me.”