Thirty long years of marriage and I found myself unexpectedly alone in my late years. It's not a position anyone wants to be in, really.
Our kids were grown and gone on to their own lives, with kids of their own to deal with. When my Dorothy went on to her rewards it was sudden, mercifully quick. An appointment at the doctor's on Monday, bad news on Tuesday.
After looking at the reports and realizing, she refused the treatments that were suggested, there was no real point anyway and it would just make her miserable.
In three short months she went from a vibrant and energetic grandmother to a withered little old lady, then one morning after I served her breakfast, she got up and went and sat down in her chair.
She just went to sleep.
I can't really say that Dorothy and I had a wild sex life, we didn't. The very best description would probably be normal. In 30 years she never once said no, although there were times when I didn't press that issue, I could tell when she wasn't in the mood or when she was tired.
Yep, normal. No affairs, no upsets at all. The closest I ever came was a neighbor's wife that was one of those women that liked to be looked at. She would be outside fiddling around in their yard wearing outfits that left little, and sometimes nothing to the imagination. If I started my riding lawnmower she would quickly be outside trimming shrubs.
It was tank tops with armholes almost to her waist, shorts with baggy legs. Down on her hands and knees, her boobs swinging free and most of her butt on display. Her name was Hazel, she was about 45 or so. Her husband John knew all about it of course, I always thought he got his jollies from her doing that.
Dorothy knew, too, but never said a word about it. I just looked but the idea of anything more never really crossed my mind. Until one day I was in my garage and there Hazel was. She made a blatant pass at me, I managed to escape but barely.
I was a bit careful after that, the fact is I was perfectly content with my Dorothy.
After Dorothy was gone things might have changed, I can't be sure about that. But John and Hazel moved away so it never became an issue.
Three long years my life was lonely, dull. I had taken early retirement, we had savings, investments. Not rich but no need to work, the stipend from the government came in every month and the dollars reached nicely.
Being stupid to the point of silliness, we were both saver types and we put money into long term certificates. Of course when the stock market tanked the first time we looked pretty smart, when it tanked the second time we appeared to be into the genius territory.
So we had our money, enough that when I received the check for Dorothy's policy I used that to buy a shiny new bright red Corvette.
Which I needed like a hole in the head, but I liked it. 62 years old, driving around on sunny days in it made me feel frisky, young again.
I drove it to the doctor's office for my Welcome to Medicare physical, I have no idea why other than it was a bright sunny day.
The physical went about like I expected, right down to the turn my head and cough to the finger up the rear end stuff. But it was different in that Olivia, my Nurse Practitioner took her sweet time, then "assisted" with a sperm sample?
It wasn't even a sexual thing, at least I don't think it was. She had me lay back, tugged on a latex glove. Then she just reached out and grabbed my dick and pumped a sample into a little glass jar, put on the lid and left.
Hell, I am 65, what did she need with a sperm sample? I had heard of things like that, read a few stories. All of them just had to be someone's fantasy, things like this never really happened, did they?
Well, it happened to me, not only once but there was a repeat at the followup appointment when the cute nurse Olivia had on staff came in and "assisted" again.
OK. I admit I liked that even better.
I came to find out later that Olivia was serious about that, I saw the test results. She actually was checking for bacteria, things like that that are associated with Prostate issues. It was just that her methods might be described as different.
As it turned out I had a few concerns which I already knew. My bladder was about the size of a Peanut and my Prostate was the size of a Grapefruit so at night I was up about once every two hours to dribble a bit. Olivia wrote me a prescription for some medication, calling me on the phone at home.
Another different thing, actually calling me on the phone to tell me she had called in the prescription to a local pharmacy, and to tell me she had me booked for another followup in a couple of months.
I figured it out, at least I think I did. I guess it is darned hard to get most men to even come in to have their Prostate checked, so Olivia's methods worked very well. Having a woman poking around their genitals was a heck of a lot better for most men than some male doctor. Add in that some male doctors would just as soon not? So the men patients actually showed right up for their tests, nearly without fail.
Ask me how I know. I began to look forward to seeing my doctor.
That also worked to get her male clients to come in for the crowbar with the camera crew on the end of it test. I found out later about that one. It seemed that her method of getting men to take the colon exam was to make sure they didn't erect during the test, because that could cause difficulties.
There was a little Mexican gal sitting there for that test, she had a bright smile and knew exactly what to do. There was no sign of the technician at first, which actually was a guy.
The Mexican gal told me to go ahead and undress, I waited for a few seconds and she showed no signs of leaving, so I dropped my pants. At my age I don't erect very fast without a bit of effort, but I sure did that time. Something about just dropping my pants as this little gal sat there and watched got me going. She looked at me and smiled, then she pulled on a latex glove. She had me all done in about 90 seconds.
Then she sat right there through the whole test, I guess to be ready if she was needed again.
Which in my case she wasn't needed the second time, darn it. Probably watching my own hairy butt hole on the video screen had something to do with that.
Anyway, as you can tell by now, I really like my doctor, even if she is way over weight and wears red pants, plus those darned sweaters with cartoon characters sewed on the front.
Olivia sure has a busy little practice.
After my second appointment Olivia came out to talk to me in the waiting room. There had been a lady in the office at the same time as me, I noticed her but I was way too shy to try to talk with her.
I didn't do any more than nod and smile as we sat a couple of seats apart in the waiting room.
Olivia handled that nicely, she chatted back and forth between us, making sure we knew each others names, even mentioning that we both smoked and she was going to cure us of that.
When Olivia winked at me, I got the picture. I might be old and slow, but I catch on pretty good.
So I asked the lady to lunch, figuring that I would get turned down, and darned if she didn't smile and say yes. Her name was Maria, she looked to be about 5'6", nicely built and well dressed, She carried herself like a lady, too, and she really didn't look like she was 65.
I can say honestly that I don't look 65 either, what with my nice dark hair and all. Which I don't dye.
I use that comb in crap instead.
On the way to the little cafe down by the seawall, we chatted. About my Corvette, of course. Anyone who rides in it talks about it, that is just the way it is. The thing is massively powerful, and I had it probably within about 5 points of ready for any Concours show.
Let's face it, a nearly 60 grand machine gets noticed and Maria was no exception. Maria even mentioned that the payments must be terrible, I proudly told her that I had just written a personal check. Which I had of course, but I also instantly regretted saying that, it sounded a bit...like bragging?
Maria didn't seem to notice that, though.
At lunch, she ordered a salad and sandwich, I ordered a steak. Maria did curl up her nose at that, mentioning she didn't eat red meat. I looked at the dainty fish sandwich she had, grinned.
Everything else we talked about was easy, we found we both liked to bowl, we both liked fishing and being outdoors.
It was a date, and a fun one. Lunch took nearly two hours. Finally the rather hassled looking waitress was hinting that we were plugging up the works, so I left her a tip big enough to make her happy and we left. I drove Maria back to her car, a bit sad that the date was ending.
