This is for you, sweet girl.
Since my wife passed away 2 years ago, I sort of kept to myself, staying at home. Lots of friends came by to see me, both male and female and tried their best to get me to go out with them, but I always turned them down. I missed my wife; she had been my life partner for 21 years. There was very little that we didn’t know about one another. She was very active sexually, sometimes even meeting me at the door naked when I came home from work. After she passed, my home was no longer an enjoyable place, a big empty to speak frankly.
At 53, I had lost the virility I had as a younger man, but I had been like my wife, as far as sex was concerned. My belly had extended more than I like, my physical health had hit rock bottom after I had a heart attack six months after my wife passed. After my recovery, is when my friends started in on me.
I think I exasperated a lot of them by turning them down.
John, a friend came over today and told me that he was going to get me out of the house on Friday night if it killed me. He wasn’t going to take no for and answer. He flatly said that if the gang had to come to the house and force me to dress and go out, they would; one way or another I was going.
I pleaded that I didn’t know anyone I wanted to go out with.
“Roger, he said, you don’t need a date, it will be just us guys, and who knows what we’ll find at the club.”
“Okay, okay!!, I’ll go, and John, thanks for being a friend and caring.”
On Friday, for some reason I actually “bounced” around the house. I guess it was all that nervous energy in me. A night out with the boys should be fun.
By 7PM, I was all cleaned up. I always dress in black, Wrangler jeans (boot cut), T-shirt, western belt (medium sized buckle). I slipped into the black boots I had polished earlier, and then combed my shoulder length hair. I was ready when John knocked on the door.
Grabbing my Stetson (black), I walked out the door to have some fun for the... Læs hele novellen
