It wasn’t three weeks later she was gone. Just that fast. I was lost after 25 years of marriage just gone. No insurance, cards maxed out.No where to...go or ask for help. Just hit rock bottom.I kept just ahead of the repo people with my car and found a room to rent that I could afford on my unemployment but it was getting ready to run out. I was close to just driving into a tree and being done with it. I had been every where looking for work but I'm 55 and lots of places don't want to hire us. For she was May and these things didn't happen to her. Things like this happened to other, drab people, not to glorious, glamorous May. She wanted to tell the doctors this, but her voice, her sweet melodious voice, didn't seem to work anymore and all that came out were croaks. The nurses gave her water to drink and it helped her throat some, but her voice didn't sound the same. It just wasn't right and May couldn't figure out why in her drug-induced state of calm and reduced pain.When the drugs. Then came the mid-thigh length denim skirt. Lastly, the cowgirl boots with a two inch spiked heels. Not actually spikes, more like a sever taper. Once more to the vanity for earrings, a bracelet, necklace, and a Nicki's feminine wrist watch. A ring or two completed the outfit. He quickly combed out his long hair, a little hairspray and dab of perfume on his slender wrists and he was dressed to kill. During this time, Nicki had gotten out of the bathroom and had gotten dressed in a pair of jeans. Holding his hand, I kissed his fingers, while watching his face. I wanted him more than anything at that moment, but I didn’t know how to tell him. He watched as I bathed and when I was done he helped me stand up. He held out the towel and dried me off, being gentle and rough in the same instant. He held me too him, and then swept me off my feet and carried me into the bedroom. He swept back the canopy curtains and laid me on the bed. I was prone and vulnerable to him, yet I felt uninhibited.