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This is a rough draft of a short story I'm working on. Please comment.
True Love is Ageless, but Sex…
By Monte R. Anderson
Judy was impressed as she walked into the restaurant Chris choose for their date. He certainly has good taste, she thought. She wasn’t sure if he was ready for what she was going to tell him, but she had made up her mind to do it. Chris stood by and waited for the hostess to help Judy with her chair. He’s also a gentleman. That’s so rare these days.
“This seems like a nice restaurant. Do you eat here often?” Judy asked.
Chris folded his napkin and placed it on his lap. “I ate here maybe twice on business, but it was lunch, not diner. I thought the food was excellent.”
The server arrived and after explaining the evening’s specials, asked if they would like to order drinks. Chris asked, “Shall I order the wine for us or would you prefer?”
Judy smiled. “I think I would like some Champaign if you don’t mind. I feel like celebrating.”
Chris raised his eyebrows. “And what are we celebrating?”
“I’ll get to that. Go ahead and order.”
After asking a couple of question, Chris order two glasses of Champaign and the appetizer special: stuffed mushrooms. They both started reading the menu.
“Would you like me to order for both of us? I hear the prime rib is to die for.”
“Okay, but make mine petit. I probably won’t be able to finish it.”
The server returned with their glasses of Champaign and took their orders.
Chris raised his glass. “Here’s to us then.” They clicked glasses. “Now what are we celebrating?”
Judy smiled and placed her napkin on her lap. “We’re celebrating us, you could say. Your toast was spot on. This is our third date. You know what they say.”
Chris shook his head. “No, what do they say?”
Judy lowered her voice and leaned forward. “They say that if you like someone then you should sleep with him by the third date. I really enjoy your company and I think we should take our relation to the next level. I want to sleep with you, Chris Andrew.”
Chris leaned back in his chair. “Oh, wow. I didn’t see that coming. Who makes these rules? I mean, yes, I thought about it, but I didn’t want to push it. Yes. Yes. I really like you, and I would like that. I mean raising our relationship to the next level.”
Judy chuckled. “Well we’re not exactly like a couple of twenty-year olds who can just jump into bed anytime. We’re in our seventies for God’s sake. There are logistics to consider. I think we should discuss it.”
“Oh. Logistics.” Chris looked around the dining room. “You mean right here? Now?”
Judy laughed. “Of course. No one can hear us. I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think we should do it tonight—right after diner. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have you sleep over at my place. It would be easier for me. I have all my meds, make up, and clothes there. I’ll feel more comfortable there.”
“Yes, of course. That’s fine with me. If fact, for breakfast I’ll make my famous pancakes. We’ll have breakfast in bed.”
Judy chuckled. “I haven’t had breakfast in bed in years. In fact, I can’t remember the last time a man cooked for me. That sounds promising, but I’m a diabetic. Pancakes raise my blood sugar levels.”
“Okay. Then I’ll make an omelet with bacon and toast.”
Judy started to say something but saw the server approaching with their appetizer. She waited until he was out of hearing range. Judy shook her head. “Skip the bacon. If I eat the prime rib, that’ll be enough meat for me to last a week.”
“An omelet with toast it is.” He raised his glass again. “Here’s to a great night and breakfast in bed.” They clicked glasses. “We’ll drive over to my place after this so I can pick up my meds and a change of clothes. Then we’ll stop to buy eggs and bread.”
“And condoms,” added Judy.
“Do you have condoms?”
“Well, no. I guess we’ll have to buy some.”
“No, that’s okay. I have some.”
Chris raised one eyebrow. “You do?”
Judy cocked her head to one side. “We agreed not to mention our previous relationships, remember? Yes, I have condoms. I like to be prepared.” Judy grinned. “I have large, will that fit?”
Christ nodded his head. “It’ll be a tight squeeze, but it may work.”
Judy nearly spit out her mouth full of Champaign as she laughed. “You crack me up. I think I enjoy your sense of humor best of all. I haven’t laughed this much as I have on these dates with you.”
“If you thought that was funny, wait until you see my performance in bed.”
Judy laughed again. “You said last week that you had some type of heart condition. Has your doctor cleared you for sex?”
Chris smiled. “Oh, yeah. In fact, he encourages it. He gave me Viagra. I take a quarter tablet every day.”
“You do? Every day? Why so little?”
“Well, I just need enough so I don’t pee on my shoes.”
Judy laughed and shook her head. “You’re terrible. Do you have ED? Did you bring some?”
“I have a problem with ED. Nothing terrible, just typical old age. I’ll take a pill when we get to my place. How about you? Is your doctor okay with this?”
“Well, I didn’t specially ask her about tonight, but yeah, I’m okay. I have a problem with dryness, but she gave me a cream for that.”
Chris started to say something but stopped when the server arrived with their prime rib. They ordered another glass of Champaign. Chris cut a piece of prime rib and ate it. “Hmmmm. That’s good. While we’re talking about medical condition, I should tell you that I have sleep apnea. I’ll have to bring my breathing machine.”
“That’s fine. Do you need distilled water for that?”
“For one night, regular water won’t hurt the machine.”
Judy smiled coyly. “Or two… I guess I should tell you that I snore. If it bothers you, just wake me and tell me to turn on my side.”
“It won’t bother me. Once I take out my hearing aids, I won’t hear a thing.”
Judy laughed. “We seems so compatible, don’t we?” She raised her glass and took a sip. Chris sipped his drink too. For a few moments, they sat quietly enjoying their meal. Judy broke the silence, “Chris, I don’t know what your expectations are, but I have arthritis. My not as flexible as I once was. I can’t do some things”
“Judy, when we started this evening, my expectations were to have a good meal in the company of an exciting and beautiful woman and maybe go out for some ice cream afterwards. I know a great place that serves the best ice cream. Besides, I have a bad back. We won’t be doing anything too strenuous. In fact, I would prefer if you were on top.”
“Oh, I like the top. Thank you.”
They continued to eat. Finally, Chris spoke up. “I should warn you that sometimes one of my ex-wives may call me.”
“One? How many ex-wives do you have?”
Chris raised one eyebrow and Judy backed down.
“Sorry. It just slipped out. Why does she call?”
Chris sat back. “To answer your question, I have two ex-wives, but only the first one feels the need to call me at odd hours. I think she’s just insecure. My second ex-wife hates my guts and would never call.” Chris sat straight up. “I almost forgot. I have to call my neighbor across the hall. He’ll have to take care of my dog.”
“Oh. You never mentioned a dog. Will he be okay with your neighbor?”
“Yeah, we cover for each other all the time, not a problem.”
“Well, I failed to mention that I have a cat. I hope you aren’t allergic.”
“No, no. I have no allergies.”
Judy sat still for a moment and then sighed.
Chris put down his fork. “What is it. What are you thinking?”
Judy shook her head. “Nothing really. There just seems to be a lot of logistics.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking. It’s okay. We’re in this together. Are you having second thoughts?”
Judy nodded her head. “Yeah, I guess. I’m trying to decide if I’m horny enough to go through with this.”
Chris smiled and placed his hand over Judy’s hand. “What do you say we go out for ice cream after diner, and then call it a night?”
Judy smiled. “That sounds like a good plan.”
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“If You Can Read This, Thank A Teacher. If You Can Read It In English, Thank A Veteran”
His shiny black eyes stared up at her from her lap as she admired his permanent red smile. Fingering his tiny overalls, she pictured the little ones' faces, pressed against the icy windowpanes, waiting for her to arrive with another basket of her lifelike, homemade gifts. She put the last strand of hair was in place. As she inserted the needle to tie a knot, doll lurched in her hand, and a high-pitched voice yelled, “That hurt!”
She stared at the doll squirming in her hand.
Okay don’t panic, she thought. The Doctor said this could happen. This is not real.
The doll grabbed the needle and stabbed her leg. She jumped up, dropping the doll to the floor. She watched in disbelief as the doll ran into her bedroom.
Well, I certainly felt that. She lifted up her dress and saw a small drop of blood where the needle stuck her. She touched her finger to the drop of blood and then put her finger into her mouth. It tastes like blood. I need to renew the prescription.
She walked toward the bedroom to get her jacket. She never saw the lamp cord strung ankle high across the doorway. She tripped and fell forward, striking her head on the corner of her dresser and landing on the floor unconscious.
Twenty-four hours latter.
Chief Williams flashed his badge at the officer at the door and walked inside. He saw detective Sam talking to a young woman in the living room. Sam looked up and came over to greet him.
“What have we got, Sam?” Chief Williams asked.
“I think we have a suicide, but you won’t believe it. Take a look and then let me explain.”
Sam gestured toward the bedroom and both men walked over to the door.
“Brace yourself!” said Sam. You ain’t seen no suicide like this.”
Chief Williams entered the room. On the floor was a young woman laying on her back. A plastic bag was over her head and tied around her neck with a lamp cord. One of her arms was tied by the wrist to a leg of her bed with a cord while the other arm was tied to her dresser. All around the body lay pint-sized homemade dolls.
The Chief looked at Sam, “She’s tied up.”
“I know Chief, but I have seen it before. She made a loop like a noose on one cord and tied it to the bed. Then when she was ready, she tied the other hand, lay down and slipped her wrist through the loop. Once pulled tight, she couldn’t untie it. That way if she panicked, she couldn’t chicken out. Check the knot on her right wrist. It’s a slip knot.”
Chief Williams bent down to exam the knot. Then he glanced over to the young woman’s face.
“Damn!” he exclaimed and stepped back.
“That’s the part I was warning you about,” said Sam.
“Are her lips sewn together?”
“Yeah, like a voodoo head or something. Her nose too. The sewing needle’s still attached. That alone would have killed her. The plastic bag was just an extra measure.”
“And you consider this a suicide?” asked the Chief.
“Yeah. The woman in the other room is her sister. She said the vic was recently diagnosed with schizophrenia so she called her everyday. When she did not get an answer for twenty-four hours, she called the police. She IDed the body.”
The Chief ordered one of the officers, “Check the medicine cabinets. See what she was taking.” Turning back toward Sam, “What else?”
“No sign of forced entry. The door was locked and bolted from the inside. We cannot find any other fingerprints except for the vic’s. Also no sign of a struggle. No sign of sexual assault.”
“Nope. We checked her e-mails too. Her sister thinks it was suicide.”
An officer strode over and handed the Chief a hand full of pill bottles.
The Chief examined the bottles. “No. No. Ah Ha!” Holding up two bottles for Sam to see, “Olanzapine and fluoxetine! Commonly used for the treatment of schizophrenia. Both empty.”
“How did you know that?” asked Sam.
“I just know things,” said the Chief, handing the bottles back to the uniformed officer. “Call the pharmacy and find out if she called in a subscription. But why go to all the trouble of sewing your mouth and nose shut? That had to be painful. Wouldn’t it be easier just to overdose with pills?”
“But if she was hallucinating maybe she did not feel the pain.”
“Could be. Keep checking for clues that someone else was here.”
“Chief!” called an officer from the phone, “The pharmacy says she called in a refill four days ago but never picked it up.”
“Thanks.” Then half aloud, “She ran out of her meds.”
The Chief walked over and stood over the body to examine one of the dolls.
The doll looked at him and said, “What are you looking at, fat boy?”
The chief picked up the doll and put it into his coat pocket. Okay, don’t panic. The doctor said this might happen occasionally. It is just a hallucination. Forgot to take my meds this morning, that’s all.
Monte is the author of several e-books on Amazon and smashwords.com
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A Head for Murder
The Throuple Private Eye--Hate Crimes
The Register cliff Rapist
The Clone Murders,
Archimedes of Syracuse: Leonardo da Vinci's Mentor,
Leadership for New Managers: Book Two
Angels and Gargoyles