“I’m going out tonight.”

“Oh, with who?”

“No one.”

“So, you’re going out alone?”

“Yes.”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok, you’re going out alone but don’t know where you’re going. When will you be back?”

“I don’t know.”

“Will you be coming back late?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Will you call me if you’re going to be late?”

“I’ll be late.”

“How late?”

“Don’t wait up.”

“Alright. Enough with the Q and A. What’s going on. You have a date?”

“No… not yet.”

“Enough. Please just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m feeling old, Chuck. We hardly do anything anymore. My diabetes is starting to get to me, and before it gets too far, I want to enjoy what you gave to me.”

“Ah, what is it that I gave to you?”

“Sex. The love for and the need for… sex.”

“So, you’re going out to get laid?”

“Basically, yes. No, not basically, to get laid.”

“So I’ve let you down?”

“Please don’t start with a pity party. You know I love you and always will. This is not about love. For Christ's sake, you taught me that I can have sex with a person without being in love with them.”

“You’re right. I did teach, ah, bring it out of you, but if you wanted more sex, I can handle that.”

“Please don’t take this wrong, but… boring! You also taught me that variety is the spice of life.”

“I seem to have taught you a lot, huh?”

“Taught me a lot? No, you were right when you said brought it out. Do you remember the first night you came to my apartment for dinner? You were a perfect gentleman all night and I said to myself, this is the one. And remember when you were leaving and you went to kiss me for the first time? I pulled you onto the couch. Opened your pants, took out your cock, sucked you off, and swallowed your cum. Then you got up and left. I did that because I thought that’s what a man wants in a woman. I cried all night and the next night and the next night because you didn’t call me.”

“I was out of town. How was I to know.”

“You're right. Maybe I was expecting too much, but after that, you owned me when it came to sex. You taught me to love it for its physical pleasure.”

“I only brought out In you what was always there. You just needed to do it one time to find out how sexual you were.”

“Yep, and you did a great job. Don’t get me wrong. we had a lot of great times with sex. The people we met and even the ones we already knew. But the thing is… I love it, and still, need it, and I want as much of it as I can get before it’s too late. Let’s face it. My sugar is going to kill me. it’s just a matter of when. God-damn-it, I want to go out swinging. Well not like… you know, oh fuck. Yes, I want to go out with a smile on my face right after I’ve had the biggest orgasm of my life, and it may not be with you!”

“Wow. I think I’ve created a monster.”

“Yes, you have, and I love you for it. but now you have to feed the monster. Not put it on a diet, for Christ’s sake!”

“So what exactly are you going to do?”

“I’m going out like I did when you wanted to see me fuck another man. Hopefully, I’m not old enough that I can’t attract a younger man. I’m gaining weight and there is no way to stop it at my age, so I better make hay while the sun shines.”

“Will you bring him back here at least?”

“I know our agreement, but this time, I can’t guarantee it.”

“I understand… I think.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Holy shit! You look… ravishing to say the least!”

“Thank you. Think it’s too over the top”

“No, no. It’s very sexy, and you know how much I love that black dress.”

“I know. I didn’t wear it to get you. I wore it because it reminds me of you. Does that make sense?”

“Yes. Oh, stockings with seams. I thought you didn’t like seams?”

“Dare to be different. No garter belt though.”

“And?”

“Nothing else.”

“The boy scouts motto.”

“I’ll call you if I won’t… “

“Be home? I understand.”

“Thank you.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Hello. Hi. Just watching TV. Where are you? Ok, sorry. Alright, yes I understand. Well, if you do be careful. I’m fine. Ok. I love you too, bye.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“OH, shit! You scared me. Are you alright?”

“Calm down, I’m fine. Why was the door unlocked and all the lights still on.?”

“Oh, well I wasn’t sure you had your keys, and…”

“I love you more than you know.”

“So, how'd it go? I mean.”

“You look tired. Want to wait till tomorrow to hear the details?”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”

“Let me get a drink first. Want a beer?”

“Sure, what time is it?”

“Five-thirty.”

“I must have dozed. Kiss me.”

“No. I don’t want to kiss you right now. Here ya go. Do me a favor and unzip me. this dress is getting way too tight.”

“Sure.”

“Ahh, that feels much better.”

“We can talk tomorrow if… “

“No. So I was sitting at the bar. It wasn’t very crowded, and I was talking to the bartender for a while. Then a couple of jerks tried their dumb lines, but you know me. Lucky for me, they took the hint and left me alone. Then two men came and sat down. the man next to me was quiet. His partner was the loud one. He thought his shit didn’t stink. You know the kind?”

“Yeah, oh too well.”

“Well for the longest time, he kept staring straight ahead and didn’t even know I was there until I asked him what was wrong. He finely looked at me and told me that his girl just dumped him.”

“We've all been there.”

“Just listen.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, we started talking. I didn’t tell him much about me except that I was divorced. Turns out, he was too. I liked talking to him. It was easy talking to him and so the time seemed to disappear. Before we knew it the place was closing. I was going to give him my number, but before I could, he asked me if I wanted to have a nightcap in his apartment.

"I told him that I would, but I would take my car so he didn’t have to drive me back to mine. He only lived about fifteen minutes from the bar. He helped me out of my car and opened the door to his apartment.

"His place was nice. He showed me around including the bedroom.”

“Ok, here we go.”

“Shut up and listen!”

“Sorry.”

“I wanted so badly to tell him to take my dress off and fuck my brains out… but I didn’t. He made us a drink and we sat on the couch and talked some more.

"Then he moved over right next to me and put his arm around me. I expected him to take me right then and there… but he didn’t. He said to me, 'It’s been a wonderful night. Can I have your number and I’ll call you tomorrow?'

"I wrote my number down and gave it to him, then got up to leave. He got up and was walking me to the door when…

I pushed him down on the couch.”

“You didn't!!"