This was the first spring day that was both warm and not raining. Just the kind of day I had been waiting for. I live on Flat Avenue which is just a block from the town Cemetery.
I wanted to put flowers on four graves my mother, father, husband and my brother. The family plot is near the center of the cemetery and just off to the circle. So I can park on the road and not have to walk too far on the grass. It's rained every day this month and the ground is wet. I turned my ankle a week ago and am on crutches. So that is way I waited for a dry day.
I drove to the Garden center and had that very nice boy Denny Waters fill my trunk with flowers in pots. Denny never misses a chance to say "Good morning Mrs. Schwartz." Some how when he says my name it comes out like music. Call me old fashion but I like the sound of it.
However the owner a class mate of mine from thirty years ago simply calls out "Hi Anna Bell" Bill Turner is a rough old guy that has never grown up. He's a farm boy and always will be. A very successful one at that but Bill is just plain Bill.
An hour later I was on the ground going from head stone to head stone setting out the pots. My crutches were laying a few yards away as I came to the last head stone. My parents had a rather large double stone and that is where I was when I heard voices. It sounded only a few yards away but from my ground level position I could not see who was talking.
The man's voice sounded familiar but I could not get a clear read on it because of the echoes through the larger head stones.
However I did get the feeling all was not well in River City as they say. The male voice was not loud but impressively guarded. Strained to the point of being sinister.
The female said "Not here. Not here in the open. Why do you want it now? Can't you wait until we get back? I'll do as you want but not here."
The man said "I want it now. Do you understand now?!"
All was quiet for a few seconds and then I heard the man say "Open you fucking mouth before I smack the shit out of you."
The female said in what sounded like a woman weeping "Oh, alright I'll suck you. But God I don't know why you can not wait."
The man said "Suck me off you bitch. You're a rotten cock sucker but you'll have to do for today. Now suck."
I leaned my back to my Parents stone sitting silent and speechless. I was so dumbfounded at what I had heard. I was appalled at such language. I was so shocked at the fact people would come to the cemetery to do such a thing in public. I wanted to move but I was scared and did not want to get caught I had not idea what the man might do to me if I were discovered.
In a few minutes I heard the man grunt and the a few inaudible words passed between them and I got the impression they were moving off.
It took me a few minutes to get to my crutches and on my feet. Hobbling to my car I was set on getting to the police station and telling Jerry Buzzer what I had heard. However as I sat in the car I thought what would I say. I could not use the dirty words of the couple and I really would feel uncomfortable even implying to another classmate of mine what I had over heard.
Even the implications of what was said would embarrass me to the bone. True I had been married and had not lived these sixty one years with out hearing some language like this but I had never used such words and could not now. So I was bound to put the incident out of my mind and move on.
I was nearly home when I remember I had not picked up the flat trays the pots had come it. That would never do to leave those laying around in the cemetery. I called the Garden center and asked to speak to Denny Waters. I told him what I wanted and agreed to pick him up when he got off work. I was going to pick him up take him to the cemetery where he would clean up my mess and I would pay him and return him to his home afterwards.
The Garden center stayed open until eight o'clock but Denny got off at five o'clock. I arrived a few minutes early as I wanted to pick up a few plants for my flower bed at home. I saw Bill and asked where Denny was. I was told there was a small storage shed the kids used to clean up in out back.
Hobbling around the back I saw the shed. The door was open and when I got close I heard Denny speaking on a cell phone. "Yeah, No. I'll see you later. Mrs. Schwartz wants me to help her. You know her. Yeah, the one with the big tits and nice ass." Pause. "You bit I would. I'd fuck that old broad it a New York second." Pause. "Think she would. She has a nice mouth. Sure I'd love to fuck her in the mouth too. I bet she can suck a mean dick. Got to go see you later."
I almost ran on my crutches away from the shed. I was headed for my car. I had set the few flowers I had picked out on a table and was going to just leave.
I reached for the car door and right next to me stood Denny Waters. "Hi Mrs. Schwartz. I'm all ready to go."
I was so shocked I stood there looking blankly at this boy. Denny was nineteen or twenty but to me he was a child. But evidently not to who ever he was talking to on the cell phone.
I was caught and could not do any thing about it. I smiled stupidly and said "Oh, Hi Denny. This will not take long. I just forgot to pick up the trash in the cemetery and needed someone to do it for me. As you can see I'm not getting around too well these days."
He is such a polite boy he opened the car door for me waited for me to get in and then closed it softly. He got in and I was so embarrassed I said nothing as we drove away.
My eyes were fixed straight ahead yet I could see he was grabbing himself and adjusting his privates. I had to think his jeans were too tight. But as hard as I tried to keep my eyes on the road I let my eyes glance to his crotch. Even his tight jeans could not hide what I assumed to be a well formed male member.
I was being a silly old woman. My husband had died six years earlier and because of his illness we had not shared the same bed for three years before that. So here I was sixty one years old and had not had a man touch me in nine years. I had not thought of that and now I could see how it must look to a young man. When I was fifty two I was very active as a willing partner in the bedroom. My husband had been a wonderful lover and even though we did not have children we still enjoyed a well rounded sex life. We often joked that this was much more fun that having to worry about making babies.
