The moon’s pouring in, a flood of it. Dribbles from the bright patch on the floor follow the drape of the covers up to the bed. It makes the bed rail a rich mahogany. Pillows and sheets gleam. Individual dust motes drift around. It’s bright enough to read by. It’s bright enough to wake him.
So there we were Marlene and me. My wife had just died of cancer and it had taken every penny I had for her medical treatments. I had to get a second mortgage on the house to make ends meet. I lost so many days from work visiting at the hospital that I eventually lost
“Where are you going?” I knew where he was going but wanted him to ask me. I love to have him ask me to join him. There is something sexy about a hot tub, with hubby and with friends. It’s my second favorite public place as the beach, oh yea the beach. I have to
When I was a eighteen a girl named Kathy Radnor lived over on the next street. Kathy was tall, perhaps 5’8″, her hair was dishwater blonde, cute green eyes and, as it turned out, she was very forward. She was a close friend of my sister, and until that day, I only knew about her