Bones

Before Stuart was my client, we got to know each other one day. He had a doctors appointment. The sun was warm and we had the windows down while I drove. Stuart starts talking about cheese and tuna. Starts saying how he's a real man, “can handle lady business.”
He is a younger client. Likes to listen to the local pop station on the radio and alter the lyrics while he sings out loud. It almost always has to do with sex and drugs. But despite the content, he does a good job.
Coming down the slope towards his appointment he looks over at me. “You know,” he says. “I believe that even the spirits in the graveyards still make love. They climb into each others caskets and do the bone thing.”