A 49-Year-Old Virgin And The Widow Next Door. Part One.
An extremely shy man comforts his neighbor and gets more than he bargained for.
My best friend and next-door neighbor, Danny, passed away eight months ago from a cerebral hemorrhage at only forty-seven years old. It came as a sudden and shocking blow, given that Danny, like me, appeared to be in tip-top shape and did not smoke. Danny’s wife of twenty years, Kathleen, sometimes known as Kat, aged forty-four, was devastated, and so was I; my name is Jack. I am forty-nine years young and have been a lif...