Many of you that read my story wanted a follow up on Kyle and Donna. I left Part One open for your opinion with the possibility of some type of future with them even though the trauma to their marriage was severe and unforgivable on Kyle's part. My vote was no reconciliation but the overwhelming consensus from you, my readers that believe love endures the worst life can dish out, was that they could get past the infidelity. Then there's those that believe that cheating by a spouse no matter the reason is automatic grounds for divorce and the cheating spouse should be burned at the stake. That's not to say I'm going to put them back together. I guess we'll see as I write.
Chapter Six
I whispered, "I love you too, My Love" as I watched the woman I adored for sixteen years walk away for the last time. As bad as I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her, my anger and pride still would not let me do it. Her affair and the ensuing tragic events were still heavy on my heart. Since we never got around to having children, there was really no reason for us to stay connected even though she texted me occasionally before I changed my number.
As I sat there on that bench watching her walk away, I made a life changing decision. In order for me to start a clean slate, I needed to get away from the old me...city, job, friends...everything. I went back to the house and started searching for available jobs in other cities. The old Kyle Dixon was dead and a new man was in the works. I also made an appointment with my doctor for a physical for the next day.
Dr. Harris sat across from me in the exam room, reading the results of my blood work.
He said, "Kyle, your labs look pretty normal for a forty-one year old man. Blood pressure is ok. Your cholesterol, triglycerides, liver and kidney function are within normal ranges. Have you been feeling more fatigued than usual?"
I said, "No more than a forty-one year old man freshly divorced from what I thought was my soul mate and drinking too much should feel, I guess."
He said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know about your divorce."
"Doc, the bottom line was according to her, I wasn't attentive enough and hadn't been getting the job done in the bedroom for several years so she found another man that could ring her bell."
He said, "I see. Well, Kyle, I wish you had come in sooner because I think your issues in the bedroom are a symptom of what we call Low T. That combined with a low libido indicate a low testosterone level. Your level is very low, barely 120. It's a treatable condition these days. I'm going to give you a prescription for an injectable testosterone which we will monitor for a few months. We will keep up with the dosage and frequency of the injections and adjust it until your levels are maintained in the 500 to 700 range. My nurse will show you how to inject yourself intramuscular in your thigh or hip. I think in a matter of months along with daily Cialis, we will get your motor jump started again with more energy and better erections.
I responded, "Wow, Doc, I was totally unaware. I just thought it was normal downturn at my age."
I have to say within a few months, I was back among the virile males. Jim and the twins were as responsive as I remember them in my twenties. Unfortunately, that fact did not fix my broken heart or my marriage at this stage of the game. The visions of Alex Roberts between Donna's legs still haunt me every night and her telling me the lust she felt when his dick was inside her. Her words and actions were a death blow to our marriage.
I returned to my job search and relocating efforts. I let my hair grow and began sporting a close beard. My reincarnation had begun. I pulled out my old Gibson guitar and began practicing again. I had learned to play at an early age and was fairly proficient but had let my ability lapse during my married years, focusing on my job and wife. With some practice, I believed I could be a good guitarist again, playing everything from Hank Marvin to Eric Clapton to country music leads. At this point, even though, my libido was returning, I still had no interest in dating. The thought of a relationship with another woman was at the bottom of the list right now. With help of my weekly injections, Rosie Palm and her five sisters sufficed for now.
I moved from Indiana to Tampa, Florida where I found a job doing the same work I had been doing with a small increase in salary to boot. I found a small condo on the beach close to the night life of the city. I began going to the clubs where there was live music and good company. One night, I was sitting at the bar watching one of the more popular bands in Florida and surrounding states set up for the night's sets.
I heard the front man tell the pretty woman who apparently is the keyboard player that their lead guitarist had an accident and badly broke his left arm and hand. He said that, Cory was in the hospital awaiting surgery.
I thought, why not?
I walked over to their front man and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Kyle Dixon. I overheard you talking about your lead guitar and his misfortune. Are you looking for a stand in for the night?"
He said, "Glad to meet you, Kyle. Are you applying for the position? I'm Gene Anderson, that gorgeous blonde on the drums is Susan, Jake on bass, Andy on rhythm guitar with Bill, Tim and Jack on the horns and last but not least, Tiffany on the ivory. Are you any good?"
I said, "Hand me a guitar and I'll let you decide."
Gene handed me an acoustic guitar and I started playing. I started playing the riff from Eric Clapton's Layla and then finger picked the full version of Classical Gas. I was good...very good.
I saw nothing but smiles from the rest of the band.
Gene said, "Kyle, we have a reputation to maintain in the
southern United States as THE band when you're looking for the best. We do everything from Celine Dion with our songbird Tiffany on vocals to KISS to George Strait depending on the crowd. What do you think, Guys? Can he play with us?"
After my short audition, they unanimously brought me in to their band as a tryout for the night.
I said, "Give me thirty minutes to go get my guitars and amp and I'll be right back."
I had upgraded my guitars to a Gibson Les Paul, a 1962 Fender Stratocaster and I still had my old Gibson Acoustic. I also had a 1968 Fender Deluxe Reverb amp. I loved the vintage tube amps.
I'd like to say I played every tune to perfection that night but that did not happen. But I knew with some practice with the band, I would be a everything they needed in a lead guitar.
We were taking a break when Susan sat down beside me. Let me say, Susan is absolutely gorgeous. Blonde, blue eyed and as most drummers, has a svelte body. No one would believe that she was the drummer for the best tribute band in the south just by looking at her.
She said, "Ok, Kyle, what's your story? You've been playing with us for three months now. I've watched the groupies hit on you and you don't give them the time of day. She hurt you bad, didn't she? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Wife?"
I laughed and responded, "Uh, no, no boyfriend. I'm quite heterosexual. It was my wife of sixteen years who said she loved me but needed more than I was giving her both emotionally and in the sack so she found a lover."
She said, "That's it? She cheated and you divorced her?"
I said, "Not quite. The whole story is tragic."
Susan said, "I'm listening. Go on."
I continued, "Well, it seems she and her lover had only been together three times. The third time I got a text from a person who is still unknown who sent me a picture of them and the name of her lover and her lover's wife."
Susan gasped, "Oh, Shit!" You killed them. You're on the lam. A murderer. I knew it. Are you going to kill me now because I know?"
I broke out laughing and said, "No, but the actual drama was right out of a real life movie. You see, I sent the evidence to the wife who took offense to her husband fucking my wife. She found them having dinner in a bar after their last sexcapade. She burst into the bar and shot her husband dead and severely wounded my wife. She's in prison."
