Tom
Haggerty was fifty-two and recently
widowed and immediately after his wife’s death he seemed to suddenly appear on
the radar of the local spinsters and divorcees in and around his age.
After rebuffing endless
advances he finally decided out of desperation and loneliness to dip his toe in
the water and this went on for some time, but his
heart wasn’t in it, then by chance one day he met Lisa, a younger woman, a
considerably younger woman who he completely overlooked at the time because she
couldn’t possibly be interested in him, or so he thought, well he was wrong.
He felt faintly ridiculous
having a 25-year-old girlfriend, and he was extremely amazed and delighted,
though amazed more so if he were honest, his wife would laugh if she could see
him.
He really missed her.
The sex with Lisa was amazing
and made his toes curl just to think about it and without wanting to be
disloyal to his late wife’s memory it was probably the best sex he’d ever had.
She was supple, agile,
pliable in fact she was exceptionally bendy, with inexhaustible stamina.
However, even though Lisa was
as horny as hell she was unfortunately also duller than ditch water.
She was fun to be with, he
supposed, but her company wasn’t stimulating other than in the obvious way.
Any red bloodied man not in
his position would have thought him quite man for ending it, but then Lisa did
not meet his needs.
For what he wanted was
someone like his wife who loved him and who he could love and more importantly talk
too.
Lisa was not the answer to this
want.
She could not fill his desire
for some nice gentle love making and an affectionate cuddle and some grown up
conversation.
She was not someone he could
fall asleep in front of the TV with.
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