Thirty Seconds

Luigi groaned deeply as he rolled off Tanya. The session had only lasted thirty seconds, but to Luigi, it had felt like an eternity.

During his thirty second bouts with Tanya he would often times nod in and out of consciousness. His weak cholesterol soaked heart couldn't pump enough blood to his brain and member in time for adequate response. Years of sausage, cheese, and veal had taken there toll on his arteries, creating a gastrointestinal nightmare the likes of which his doctors had never seen. They told him it was only a matter of time.

"Thanks for that Luigi. I made your favorite tonight. Meatball Alfredo Linguine! I know how you like it big guy... Luigi? Can you hear me? Please Luigi wake up! Oh god help me!!!"

But it was too late. Luigi was dead, and the pasta that Tanya had made would never reach his palate.