• 4 years ago
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Winter Sunday morning. Still in sleep shirt. Coffee with hubby. Empty nested. Boss calls on my cell. Hubby answers, greets and put me through. I got to go work a little bit at his place. Hubby want to run errands and offers to drive me there. Not in the mood for changing. Hubby grabs our coats and off we go. He drops me and tells me he’ll pick me up in an hour. My boss was 69, cultured and attractive. I was 47. You know what happened don’t you? Yes you do. It was 5 years ago. He died several months after. I vividly remember that morning and still wet. It was my first and only time. I took him all. Fortunately I wasn’t fertile. During his funeral I wet as my husband held my hand.

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