It's Trashy, I know, let me just say right now, I know it was Trashy, but my girlfriend

has a strange place is fetish. We have done the deed in some pretty public places, and

while it's awesome, it's very risky, obviously. We did get caught once on a walking trail, it

was the middle of the night and hardly anyone takes to the trail that late, so we went from

walking to do the horizontal member, and of course, some old guy with a flashlight comes around

the corner. She turned, I covered her, but the guys saw a lot of me. It was mortifying, so we tried

to smile through it and wave him a head, but he took it upon himself to lecture us about public

decency and how ashamed we should be, and if you ever caught his daughter out here, yada yada,

I'm sure you can imagine pretty much exactly how it went. So, I told her we needed a break from

the more public part of our adventures. She agreed, and a few nights later, we went to the graveyard.

Literally, the graveyard of Graviards, it's massive, big enough for about 14 different

drivable lanes, and probably 50 more tombs or mausoleums or whatever they are, and a ridiculous

amount of regular graves with regular headstones. Some gravestones were in shapes of benches,

angels, chalices, crosses, crying maidens, you know, the lady in a row blocking ones,

not a marry maybe. Anyway, just a huge variety. So, we walked around for a little while,

we both liked creepy stuff, and it was chilly enough that walking was nice.

The graveyard has enough trees that you never really feel exposed anywhere, but it's not exactly

a forest either. We walked and talked, and eventually she stepped to the side and read aloud from

a really nice black marble gravestone. Here lies Slade Aparata, whose final studies of death

brought him here, whatever the hell that means. She shook her head and looked back at me,

then leaned over the gravestone and smiled while looking at me.

Now, obviously, I'm not going to go into the detail of that, so if you're reading this far,

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