{I am still writing this tale as it happens, and life being the way it is, I can't speed things up. Hell, at my age, if I wait until it's all over I will be dead and forgotten. Plus this is REAL fucking life, if I had my way it would be completely different.
It's more like a diary than a story, so if that isn't your thing, there are lots of naughty stories posted here.
What would be different?
Debra, now my ex, would be HERE, not in Boston. I would be wandering down to the jetty to catch some fish, stopping at the café to swap lies with the commercial guys, maybe stopping by to visit with my sort of daughter Sandi, basically just living each day.
Nope. Worrying about everything, like every mole and bump on my skin, since I went through one scary period there with skin Cancer. Right after that was dealt with, my wife took off, no idea why then and don't get it now. Kind of pissed off about that, to be blunt. She inherited her Mother's estate, and for a reason I don't understand that became more important than her job as a Physician, her life here, and.. me.
She wanted me to move to Boston with her, and no way in hell is that going to happen.
So, here I am, now honest to God 76 years old, surrounded by options. What "options?" Think available old guy, suddenly has some money, still in shape and yep, THAT still works just fine, thank you. In a town that appears to be FULL of white haired widows.
White haired widows that show up at my door bearing pies. Or pop by at 10 in the morning, dressed nice with makeup on, hair dyed, to.. "visit."
What in the Hell do YOU think life is like?
Anyway, here is what is going on.}
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Being a bit pissed off at Debra, her wanting me to move to Boston and no way on God's green Earth is THAT going to happen had me feeling crabby.
I had cleverly sent her divorce papers, that would scare the shit out of her, by golly. No way in hell would she want that.
She signed the fucking things and sent them right back, along with a note that she would prefer I move there and be with her, but she didn't want to stand in my way.
Took me by surprise, that.
I had flown back there to see her, (A surprise since I didn't tell her I was coming) figuring that knowing her she was getting it from somebody, turned out she wasn't but was getting close to it. We were in the sack in probably less than 45 minutes of me walking in the door.
Debra is one busy woman in bed, she loves sex and she just goes for it, no kidding around. I stepped in to use the john, came out and she was naked on the couch waiting for me.
OK, so I didn't tell her about Millie, one of the ladies hanging around. Yes, one thing led to another and she more or less let me have sex with her. I say "let" because compared to Debra, I might as well have been playing with myself. In fact, that one time is why I was on a plane to Boston, there just is no substitute. Vanilla sex doesn't do it for me.
My next clever trick was to up my demands, Debra inherited a lot of stuff from her Mom, so I demanded $100K a year in the divorce. No way in hell would she go for that.
She did.
I talked to a lawyer about upping my demands even more, he told me she accepted my offer and I was pretty much stuck with it since being unreasonable tends to backfire in front of a judge.. So, to hell with it, I went back to going to the gym, going to the café, doing my usual stuff, and trying to avoid Millie.
Sex with Millie was just the one time, and I was not up to any more of that, at least not at the moment.
Running into Kate at the gym was great, (Kate is the cute little redheaded nurse in training that lived with us for awhile when she was in school) she was sorry for Debra and I breaking up of course but then she suggested moving back in with me. Our deal was, she would do the shopping, which if there is any way possible to get out of that, I will take it.
Plus, she would do the housework, assuming she can find any to do, I am pretty good at that part myself. Same with cooking, Kate and I both cook very well, I like doing that, creating stuff and so does she. That way, she can use her money for school, I will have company in the evenings, and a nice looking in her late 20's redhead around as eye candy.
Now I suppose any readers will think all sorts of hanky panky would be going on, after all, when Kate was living here while I was all fucked up from a couple of accidents, she did have her hands on my dick. Just "washing" me stuff, since after all, she is studying to be a Nurse.
Use your imagination here, an old man, both hands in casts, getting a bath from a cute nurse, things come up and she giggles and plays a little bit. OK, so she did a few happy endings, no big deal, not in the lifestyle of Debra and I.
But Kate now living with me? The relationship is just not that way, she has her bedroom and I have mine, our ages are way too far apart for anything like that. Kate is also very relaxed, I guess that is the word. So, she thinks nothing of watching TV with me in just a nightie, or coming out of the shower in just a towel.
Like I said, eye candy. I know she knows I like that, so she sometimes teases me a little bit. Kind of obvious, and I suspect she does that because it's a free place to live, just the way real life is and I know that and I don't care.
And there is Millie, doing everything in her power to make our single one evening thing into some big deal, there is Marilyn, a nice looking older lady that comes by with pies. Well, she was anyway, until Kate met her at the door in just a T-shirt, no more pies so far as I write this.