Tuesday - A date with death, part 1

Today on my drive into work, The Carney blew me a kiss as I drove past him. The flirtatious gesture bothered me a little more than usual, because I didn't want him to read more into the weekend than he should. You see, after more than a year of interaction, on Saturday I decided to talk to him face to face for the first time ever. We went to a local bar for drinks. I hope he doesn't think that it was a date date, since I'm a married woman, and he is the Angel of Death. But I had some things that I've always wanted to ask him, so I figured that we could discuss these things over a couple of beers.

( You don't Mess Around With Jim )