Nov 23
Chapter One: In the tub.
It’s no fun being disabled, I learned, even if the disability isn’t permanent. The things you are used to doing for yourself quite easily become major chores requiring considerable effort. While the back surgery I just had endured would eventually make life a lot easier, for the forseeable future I was going to need a lot of assistance.
Being a widower, there was no one at home to give me the help I was going to need. One thing I knew for certain was that there was no way I was going to a nursing home or anything like that. I was only 59, and while that’s not the prime of life, I still had my pride.
Luckily, I had good insurance, and after getting out of the hospital I was able to get the services of an agency that would provide a home health care aide for a few hours each day. It wasn’t cheap, but the insurance company logically figured out the money they would save by keeping me out of the hospital, and quickly agreed to it.
The first person didn’t work out very well. Not only did he have a shaky grasp of the language, I also felt uncomfortable being handled, shall we say, intimately? There was only one man I trusted to handle my equipment, and that man was me. Being alone for several years gave me way too many occassions to prove that I was no “master of my domain”, but if I was going to be taken care of in those personal regions I wanted the person to be female. Call me what you will.
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Nov 15
My wife looked over at me with a shocked expression on her face after the loud rap on the motel door made us both jump. I got up off the edge of the bed and headed slowly toward the door, smiling back at Cathy while my hand reached for the door knob, and she returned the smile. Cathy looked so pure and innocent that I felt a twinge of remorse. Her pale, freckled, and wholesome looking face was strained with stress and, I hoped, excitement. I know mine was.
The woman on the other side of the door nodded at me, and then looked beyond me to check out the rest of the room. When her eyes found Cathy standing by the corner of the bed, she seemed to relax and entered with no further hesitation, breezing past me like I was the doorman.
I was startled by the appearance of the woman, even though I had seen her picture and read her description. She was pretty much as she had advertised herself to be, but it was still a jolt to see her in the flesh. I walked back to my wife at the bedside, who looked intimidated already at the sight of the woman who approached her.
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Nov 13
Chapter One: Connecting
As soon as I saw her picture I was hooked. For many, or should I say most men, the plain looking woman staring back at them from the computer screen would have been passed by immediately in the search for a more classic beauty to be found elsewhere on the dating website I was skimming through.
As for me, I thought she was perfect. Hiding behind those glasses was a woman I thought was beautiful. I clicked on the picture to make it larger. Her thick dark eyebrows made her deep brown eyes look exotic to me, and her full red lips gave just a hint of a smirk breaking through in the corners of her mouth.
The picture showed her wearing a sleeveless top and sitting with her elbows on a picnic table, and while very little of what appeared to be a very slender body was visible, what I was able to see made a shiver run down my spine. I had to meet this girl, but that might be a bit of a problem.
She was 19 and a college student, and was interested in meeting men aged 18 to 55. As for me, at one time I had been all of those ages, but was now 58. I didn’t look it, and could pass for 5 to 10 years younger, and so my first inclination was to lie.
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