{This is just something else that happened, I jot them down when they do. Nothing really sexy here.
One of these days I will gather the stories all up and put them in order, that might help things make sense.}
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First, let me say I have the best old lady on planet Earth! Sure, I am prejudiced about that, I admit it.
It is also true.
In some stories I have posted here, I have jotted down my life, some of it the way it was before, some of it the way it is.
In my two decades before of marriage to Dotty, I will say I was completely happy. We were normal, sex was Saturday and Sunday was church, we went to parties, car shows, knew people and visited.
In my now five years of marriage to Debra, good lord! Her favorite pastime is seeing if she can get me up and going, and she has changed the way I think about life and having fun.
The first time she answered our door and in came July, a lady she knew who was going to give me a massage and treat my slow stream problem (you guys over 50 all know what I mean there) was the beginnings.
I was not sure of what Debra's reaction would be to what happened that evening in our spare bedroom, then she went in and got her own massage while I sat in the living room with my mind in a whirl.
I even took the time to read up on Prostate massage, some say it is dangerous, ineffective, some say the opposite.
I think the difference is in finding someone who knows what they are doing. July, you see, is also a Registered Nurse. She combines the massage with creating muscular contractions, which of course means a hand finish if I want to be crude about it.
Completely legal since she is a Registered Nurse.
Guess what? Medicare covers it! Tee hee.
Stuff like that turned out to be perfectly normal around our house, Debra has zero jealousy and a lot of the situations she instigates.
The stories I write are about slices of life, sure there are some sexy situations but I really don't have to make a hell of a lot up any more.
My Debra is 58 years old and if she said she was 39 you would not blink an eye.
My opinion anyway because I have seen her in situations you won't get to.
Me? I am Dan, almost 70 and Debs will say I don't look it either, although 39 is something I won't get away with.
59 maybe?
I did try dying my hair once, but it just looked silly so now I leave it silver, white with a few dark streaks.
The bare spot in front just makes me look like I am going really really fast on the highway.
Hell, one heart attack, one stroke, an internal bleed that sort of came close to putting me down, and a stent in one artery?
And I say I look and act younger? I should be gimping around, living in an easy chair. Five years ago I was headed that way, but not now.
Debs won't let me get old.
Come follow me around and match my workouts at the gym or maybe I could film one of our bedroom sessions and post that?
Hmmm. Not a bad idea, that. But no way in hell would Debs let me do that.
I don't think so, anyway.
Hmmmm.
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This short story is about a party we went to at the hospital, the first part was a lecture to all of the staff on the Affordable Care Act.
I did try to follow all of that but the truth is, it sounds confusing as hell to me. Maybe it will work, who knows?
The lecture was two hours and when they got done I still didn't get it.
But I got Medicare and AARP, so I guess it doesn't affect me. Plus a Registered Nurse for a wife, if all else fails I can just let her fix me.
Anyway, after the lecture was a get together in the meeting room. Some music on tape, they had a bar set up. I was sipping on the one drink I allow myself per day, although more than half the time I don't even drink that much.
Debra was over talking to some people I don't know, and a few I do.
Jennifer was there, so were July and Nikola. Olivia from the clinic Debs works at, a few guys from the lab, all normal stuff. Maybe 25 people all told.
In walked this man I didn't know. He was about 2 inches taller than me, he looked to be in his early 40's.
You know how some people stand out in a room, even doing nothing?
This guy did, big with broad shoulders, a never ending grin, hair that I doubt gets out of place in the shower.
I am 186 to 188 in the mornings now, this fellow would go at least 230.
I glanced over at Debra, she saw the guy and her eyes widened slightly, then she looked over at me.
She made a beeline in my direction, half way to me the guy stepped up to her and took her elbow.
She said something, he answered back, then he reached out and put his arms around her like he was going to try and kiss her.
I thought maybe he was a friend, an old classmate maybe? In medical school they often have all ages, and Debra has taken some medical classes lately to keep up with the new medicines and things like that.
I saw Debra resist slightly, the man looked like he increased his grip on her arm.
I was coming out of my chair when Debra managed to jerk her arm free, then she came over to the table and sat down.
"I need to give you a heads up, honey." She was clearly flustered, mildly upset. That is an extremely rare thing for her.
"OK. So what was all of that?" I asked.
"Remember I told you I have only had one lover since my husband and I broke up?"
"Yes, is that him?" I looked over at where the guy was standing with a drink in his hand, watching us intently.
"Yes. That is Mackenzie Freeman, he and I worked together some six or seven years ago. He was our resident back then when I worked in the hospital."
"Oh, OK. Well, what did he just say to you?"
"Look, don't get upset, I can handle him. He sounds like he is a little bit drunk. We don't need a scene."
"Debra? What did he say to you?" I asked, using a tone I seldom do with her.
"He said he was glad to see me again, and that he would love to have another roll in the hay with me."
"He said that to you, just like that?"
"Yes, just like that, Mac is that way, on the blunt side, but like I said, he has just been drinking."
"Well, it doesn't matter. We didn't even know each other back then. But he had better keep a civil tongue in his head!"
OK. So a man sees another man who just happens to have carnal knowledge of his wife? Just try and ignore that.
Which means he has seen her, touched her, had his hands and mouth on her?
I am no different in that respect, and my instincts to protect my own popped right up to the surface. All of my nerve endings were paying attention.
The man put his hands on my Debs which if she didn't like it was a very dangerous thing to do.
I saw the Mac guy begin to flirt with some of the other women, that much was clear from all the way across the room.
He also kept glancing over our way which was beginning to get on my nerves.
He went over to July and said something to her, I grinned inwardly when I saw he got shut down almost instantly.
Then he wandered off and I lost track of him. Someone put on a tune Debra and I like so we got up to dance, we don't do that often but I like to feel her in my arms.
Like most married couples, our movements are instinctive and right together. She was telling me something, I don't even remember what when I saw her eyes narrow and felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Mind if I cut in, bud?" Mac asked, reaching for Debra's hand which was on my shoulder like he owned it or something.
"Yes, I do mind....bud. I am dancing with my wife." I told him, pushing his hand away.
"Hey, don't get your panties in a bunch, dude, Debra and I are old friends." He leered at her.
He actually called me "dude."
"Mac, leave us alone please. I don't want to dance with you." Debs told him.
