Prior to my 18 month legal battle, I wrote and it gave me pleasure. During that 18 months, I didn’t. Well I actually did write a lot, but it was all legal stuff. This blog was intended as a place or maybe an excuse to start writing again; some fiction, some journaling, maybe some fantasies and the occasional rant. My posts would be accompanied by interesting (to me) pics I found on-line and maybe even some pics of our own.

It turns out that just because we got a ruling on our case doesn’t mean it’s really over. Her lawyer interpruts the ruling much differently then I do. It’s not enough that I lost, he wants to put the boots to me as well. (as much as I enjoy various objects in my bottom, his boot isn’t one of them) So back to court we go to get clarification.

So today’s post is another story from my pre- legal mess archives.

Cheers.

Romeo & Susan

He lay dead in the ditch ten minutes after he’d snuck out my bedroom window. I couldn’t very well lie about it, could I? My parents were furious. It wasn’t so much that their precious 17-year-old daughter had a man in her room; it was that the whole neighborhood knew about him except for them. He wouldn’t start his bike in our driveway, he’d push it out into the street, but it was loud and he’d been coming in for almost two years. When I think about it now, it’s hard to believe they didn’t know.

God, even his mother knew. About six months before the accident, we were having sex in his room after school and she walked in with his laundry. I was so surprised; I jumped up off of him. I can still remember the thwack sound his cock made when it slapped down on his stomach. The funny thing was I was still wearing my dress so if I’d just sat still we might have been able to get away with it.

Tony was his older brother and we started spending time together after the funeral. At first we just talked and cried and we really did help each other, but one thing led to another and well, I think it’s a common thing to happen. Their dad had died a few years before and after Richard died their mom got sick. She wanted to see one of her sons get married. I guess it was a dumb reason, but that’s what we did. Two months later she was gone.

So you see how it was, there was all this insurance money and my dad helped us invest it. We retired before either of us had ever really worked. The first few years were great, we traveled, had a nice car, nice condo, but eventually it all seemed kind of, I don’t know…hollow. So now I spend eight months a year here then four months down south. Tony has his bottle of scotch, I have my bottle of pills, and we both have lovers and pretend not to notice.

Anyway, Tony and I fought again last night and he stormed out just after midnight. I didn’t sleep a wink and spent most of the night sitting on the deck trying to decide whom I hated more, him or me. I was a million miles away when this voice came out of nowhere.

“What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet the sun.”
It scared the hell out of me. I looked over the railing and he stepped out so I could see him.

“Do you make a habit of sneaking up on unsuspecting women and quoting Shakespeare?”

“Nope, you’re my first. Do you make a habit of inviting strange men up to your apartment to watch the sunrise?”

Cheeky bastard. “Nope, you’re my first.” I buzzed him in, opened the apartment door, poured a tetra-pak of orange juice into a nice pitcher, found a little bottle of champagne and a couple of fancy glasses and went back out to the deck.

It was totally weird. Usually I know what to expect when men come up here and believe me, they’re not here for the sunrise. At first I got kind of nervous because he didn’t say anything, but he seemed calm and he smelled nice so I relaxed. I felt the tension start to lift from my shoulders, and then Tony came home. I told Romeo to stay put and keep quiet. Tony was pissed drunk and pissed off and got even madder when he couldn’t find his secret little stash. It was exactly where he’d left it, but of course I couldn’t say that because then it wouldn’t be a secret.

I guess I could have called the cops and told them he was driving drunk, but then I decided that maybe I’d get lucky and he’d wrap it around a telephone pole. I was sure someone on his tramp line would take him in; at least he’d be gone for a day or two. I was on my way to bed when I remembered Romeo; I suppose I could have just left him out there. I’m sure he’d have figured it was safe to come out …eventually. Nah, he was sweet. “You can come out now Romeo, he’s gone. I’m going to bed, you can stay if you’d like.”

He was so cute, I know he was trying to decide if I meant stay in the apartment or my bed and he must have been worried about the angry drunk guy, but eventually he crawled in and spooned me and we both fell asleep. It was almost dark when I woke up.

“Hey Romeo, rise and shine.”

“Have you ever had one of those dreams where something really great has happened and it seems so real and then you wake up and it hasn’t really happened at all and it’s so disappointing? It’s sure nice when the opposite happens. I had this dream where I was in bed with a beautiful woman and when I woke up…here you are.”

“Are you always so sweet? There’s a new toothbrush on the counter and no I don’t keep a fresh supply of them handy, you just got lucky. What kind of tea do you want with your bagel? I’ll answer some other questions for you so you can stop wondering. Yes, that was my husband stomping around here this morning and no, he won’t be back for a while and this is a one day only affair so don’t get any big ideas.”

“Do I get to keep the toothbrush? I’d rather have juice with my bagel and the only other question I have is do you like massages? I’ve been told I’m quite good at them and you’re obviously very tense.”

It turns out he really was good at massages. I especially enjoyed the one he called ‘pussy wibbling’.

“Do you do this often?”

“Nope. I’m desperately single and yours is the first pussy I’ve ever wibbled. Maybe you’ll reconsider your one day only policy?”

“Nah. Any longer gets complicated and messy and feelings get hurt.”
“But we’re both lonely. Isn’t it worth the risk?”

“I’ll tell you something Romeo. Contrary to what you may think, most people are lonely and you and I experience it in very different ways.”

“How do you mean?”

“Instead of loneliness, think of it as blindness. You and I are both blind. I know I’m blind, but rarely think about it. I put my efforts into having the most fulfilling life I can and don’t worry about what I might have had if I could see. I can tell by your sad puppy dog eyes (not one of your best qualities by the way) that blindness affects every part of your life. You’ve seen the movies, read the books and you’re under the delusion that you deserve to see. All your energy goes into this desperate search for someone to give you sight and you miss out on all the wonderful things that go on around you. Today is a perfect example. I enjoyed myself and when you leave I won’t be the least bit sad because I focused on what we were sharing. You were thinking about what would happen after today and so you missed out on what was going on right now. Hasn’t anyone ever told you to ‘seize the day and enjoy the moment?’”

He didn’t say much after that, but I could tell he was thinking about what I’d said. We made love once more and he was more focused. He introduced me to a few more massages that I’ve never had before and then we fell asleep. I woke up just before sunrise and he was gone, but he left a note thanking me for the toothbrush and a quote by Richard Bach “The opposite of loneliness is not togetherness, it’s intimacy.”

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