I hoped she'd get better, I wanted to help her, but nothing worked. We had tried AA and then the treatment centers, and counseling. I don't know how many different counselors I went to, no, she went to. I tried, but it just wouldn't work, in fact I can't remember the last time I saw her sober.
"My name? I'm Lawrence Edwards, Lawrence J. Edwards to be exact. The J stands for James, which was my father's name and my grandfather's name."
Yeah, in her day she was something. So beautiful and slender too, oh I know she put on a few pounds as she got older, but she remained beautiful. Even after the times she fell down or banged herself on a drawer or something. I mean she'd bruise up, so clumsy, but they'd go away and she was beautiful again.
"Address? Well I live at 1451 Twelfth Street, lived there with her since we got married. Yeah, when we saw the house we just had to have it, since it was near the park.
"Oh, okay, just answer your questions, sure."
She always loved the park; I remember we'd go for walks, through the park. We went on picnics too; we'd find a place under the trees, far away from anyone else. We first made love on a picnic, all alone in the shade, it was so wonderful. I remember how nervous she was, but I convinced her it would be okay.
I unbuttoned her blouse and slid her bra up over her breasts, even then they were fairly large, certainly more than a handful. After teasing her nipples with my fingers, I took them in my mouth and sucked. That got her hot, so hot that when I moved my hand to her panties, I could feel the wetness right through them. Moving the crotch of the panties aside my fingers slid into her so easily.
"Where was I? I was at work, all day, but I already told you this.
