I am 27 years old and married. Donna is an attractive Creole woman. Dark hair to her shoulders bountiful bottom and nice round breast, yum.I on the ot...er hand am slim. That is rare for a man living in a city with so much to eat. I was of average height and not what you would call to handsome.Anyway Donna and I were having some marital problems. For instance, I seemed to ignore her. I concede this fact, but as any good man, I had an excuse. At the office there was a major account being tossed. My sweet wife got scared when she saw me there lying onto the bed; but I told her to calm down; I would be back home in a couple days, according to the doctor’s opinion. Ana stood with me during the visit hours and she went home in the late evening.During the night I woke up, feeling the urgency to pee.But I could not move down from the bed; so I pushed the button to call the duty nurse. She came after some seconds and handed me one of those plastic urinals. She held it as I emptied my bladder. They'd reached the door."He's in there, ma'am," whispered her young helper, breaking the silence. The tension in his voice sent flickers of unease up her spine. "I'm- I'm not supposed to go inside." That's okay," replied Renee. The girl wanted to ask him what to expect, but then he might realize she wasn't what she said she was. "Wait here."She twisted the knob, and was surprised to find it unlocked.Then again, the other people in Henry's home were synthetics; he needed but a few words to keep. He gave his grandfather a questioning glance. The old man took a deep breath, then told John a story. “Rose Johnson was my first love. A beautiful woman. Brown hair, gorgeous eyes so dark you couldn’t see her pupils. We dated through high school, and she meant the world to me. Then I went into the Navy, her family moved away, and we lost contact. I was distraught. I tried for years to find her, but by the time I did she had married someone else. I never stopped loving her. She ended up moving.