It was a fantasy and that was. When I got married my husband would talk of how he wanted me to have sex with others I was young and dumb in the ways o... the world so all we did was talk about it. When we moved to Arizona he would take me to a spot on near Sedona where the river was deep in the canyon and hard to get to so not very many people would take the time to hike down to be close to the water. When we would go I would wear the swim suit that is in my photo stream the pink one with that. It wears on you. Then there’s the anxiety that comes from the fallout of the illness. I.E. paying bills with little money. Trying to maintain relationships. Worries about the future and if you have one.Every now and then though, things ease up a bit. You don’t hurt so much. You’re mind is a little clearer and you find a smile on your face. That’s me at the moment. My head hurts and I had to leave work early because I went totally mute. But I’m not shaking and I don’t need my cane and my wife’s. ‘Boo and I just came in to look around a bit, Mr. Morrison, if that is alright with you,’ I asked. Old Morey glanced behind my figure to see Boo nearly cowering there. Whether she did so out of fear or because she was still cold, I’ll never know. Mr. Morrison turned his attention to her, ‘G’day, Boo.’ ‘G’day, Mr. Morrison,’ Boo managed to squeak out. A timid mouse, which was Boo. ‘Come to take a look-see at my new comic books, have you, Henry boy?’ Boo shot me through with a killing glance that. She tended to throw her clothes on at the last minute without any consideration for color or appropriateness. Her braces were delayed in being removed because the stupid dentist had broken his leg in a skiing mishap the weekend before her appointment. Her non-existent breasts refused to develop and she had absolutely no need for the silly training bra.To make matters worse, her younger sister Pamela was bragging about how she was going to the football game with Jeff Randall and she was already.