Chapter 8

We stopped at a hotel on the first night of our return, having a shower and a night in a good bed, with someone else cooking our dinner and our breakfast. We knew what each other was thinking. Our future now depended on us, and us alone.

  Mike thought he'd found the perfect Valentine's gift for his young wife. A sexy red baby doll nightie.

Her face fell when she lifted the nightie out of the box.

   “You’ve got to be kidding,” she exclaimed. “When have you ever seen me wear something like this?”

   She had me there. In the summer, she slept in a long tee-shirt and what could easily be men’s boxers except there was no fly and in the winter, it was flannel nightgowns knee length or longer.

   “Michael, it’s the middle of winter. Didn’t you notice the snow coming down as we drove home? If I wear that to bed, I’ll freeze my rearend off.”

   “You wear that to bed and I’ll warm you up in short order. Feel the fabric. It’s positively sensuous. I thought it would really enhance our performance on this romantic night.”

   “Well I’m not wearing it. If you think it will ‘enhance our performance’ all that much, then you wear it. You can freeze you hinny if you want.”

Chapter 7

We were back home, and the roast was cooking, when Geraldine appeared. There were ghostly tears pouring down her cheeks.

I mean who knew? I had friends that were gay. I hung out most
weekends with a coworker who I found out was gay. We drank and ate and
watched movies.

Chapter 3

The first time I went outside, she couldn’t get past the door. I went up to her room and put a couple of her rings in my pocket and tried again. This time, she was able to leave the house. I rode to the Duke, with her sitting in the sidecar. When we arrived, she disappeared after telling me that it would be best that I didn’t see her. It might be odd if I kept looking at an empty space.

In the bar, I saw the barmaid and she saw me.

“Hello, again. You are starting to be a regular.”

I had several messages to continue this story so here is another episode, I hope you like it.

Crazy Daisy (3).
By Angharad.

Chapter 2

As I gazed on the contents, a female voice spoke to me.

“You’re back!”

I laughed, nervously.

“What’s wrong with my back?”

There was a sound like tinkling bells.

“Most would have screamed or fainted. You did neither. You’re not normal.”

“You’re absolutely right. I’m not normal and I have a doctors’ certificate to prove it!”

This time it sounded more like a giggle.

“Have you come to take away my precious things, the only things that make my time here bearable?”