It happens everywhere. Women get talking and the flow goes something like this: "My husband the lawyer..." "Similar to other accountants, my husband..." "My lover goes until he drops." "My husband sweeps streets" (How did she get in here?). Lately whenever effervescent sociologist Bram Wilks is asked her husband works at she becomes defensive. "He's re...
Welcome to Fawndale, quiet town of 16,000 inhabitants along the New England coast. The large fishing industry and diet in this town has, to the inhabitants great benefit, provided them with excellent health far into the elderly years. Their skin is a bit smoother, their eyes a bit sharper, and their hormones a bit more rampant. Fawndale is a popular retireme...
Truckers Retirement Present Hello again. Here is another one of my Rest Stop Adventures. I hope you enjoy it. ***** I was on my way home from a night of partying and I decided to stop at my favorite Rest Stop and have some fun. I pulled into my regular spot and looked around the lot to see how many people were there. The car parking had three cars in it a...
She had met him before, but he had never dreamed she would meet him here. She was in rare form as she came through the crowd to see him standing there looking lost, alone and scared. She looked like one of his wet dreams come true. He had had a crush on her since he moved to this town, but didn't think she saw him, didn't think he even showed up on her rad...
On any given street in any given neighborhood, there lives an empty house. No one really remembers how old the house is, usually reckoning that it's been there forever. It looks old, the yard unkempt, the eves and gutters slightly rusted, the paint slightly peeling in spots, or the windows a bit covered over by dust. No one really remembers when the people t...
[We first met Tony in "Disciplined for Peeping." He was 25 at that time. He is now 56.] Tony was moving into a retirement community. It had been more than a year since he buried his wife, Molly. Molly had died of cancer. She was only 56. Tony buried her next to Ronnie, their long time lover. On the other side of Ronnie was Walter, her husband. There was one...
Thanks for reading. For those readers who say I should have put sex in the story, you're probably right. I'll make sure to steam up future offerings, but be warned, I tend to take the scenic route every where I go, you can ask my wife. This is a fairy tale. I put it in loving wives, well, because it's about a guy who loves his wife. I personally have been ma...
This story is written in Modified Script format. * Alma was sitting down at the retirement village's common area lounge with Rosie. Alma: "Now Rosie, you have to follow these instructions exactly." Let's go over this again. You must be very natural about all of this. When he questions you, you show him that Polaroid picture of you with the title 'Wife',...
Introduction: After retirement and the passing of my wife, I moved into a Retirement Village out in the southwest. If you think old people don't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. My name is Henry. I am 65 years old and I have been a widower for the past three years. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, five bedroom home located...
Before my retirement, I had worked for 30 years as a Literary Classics professor at a small New England college. Both I and the students thought it funny and strange that my last name was "Shakespeare", but it was. Luckily, my first name was "Donald", not "William." The college had an antique mandatory retirement policy which meant that once you reached the...