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It is now Wednesday, we went out and I treated her as though we were on a date. I opened doors, pulled out chairs, complimented her. She was drinking wine, hoping not to get drunk, I was drinking my usual beer. After dinner we took in a movie, kind of a love story. Then we headed for home.

She told me what a wonderful evening she had and really enjoyed it. When we got home she changed into a nightgown then headed for bed. I stripped naked and slid in next to her. She looked at me and said, "Not tonight George, I'm really tired."

I have never been rough with Dorothy but tonight was going to be a different story. She was leaving me so what did I have to loose.

I just reached over and grabbed her by her pussy mound right over her nightgown. I just squeezed until my fingers were pushing her panties and nightgown into the crevice of her pussy.

She yelled at me, "George stop it, I told you no!" I just kept squeezing, She reached both hands down on top of mine to pull my hand off her, she wasn't strong enough. She yelled again, "George I said stop it! I'm not in the mood."

Well holding tight onto her pussy I got up on my knees and used my other hand and started to squeeze her tits. I could tell she was getting mad. I looked her directly in the eyes and said, "Well, I'm in the mood, we can do it the easy way or the hard way, your choice."

She said, "George what's gotten into you? Please don't hurt me."

"Dorothy, I don't intend to hurt you, but I do intend to fuck you, and fuck you good." I'll ask you one more time, "the easy way or the hard way?"

Okay George, "I'll play along," as she sat up and took off her nightgown leaving only her panties on. I said, "Lie back down now," as she did I put my hand through the leg hole of her panties right onto her hairy mound. I started finger fucking her and she started to press against my hand. She was really getting into it now. I had my so called bowling fingers jammed as far as they would go up into her pussy while rubbing around her clit and mound with my thumb.

I stopped fingering her, pulled my hand out of her panties and ripped off her panties. I then climbed between her legs and muff dove into her pussy.

She kept squealing, "Oh God, Oh God, that feels so good, don't stop George, please don't stop."

I ate her pussy harder, faster and used my tongue on her more then I ever had in all thirty-two years of marriage. I looked at her squirming with delight. I stopped and said, "Do you want more?"

She looked at me and said, "Oh God yes."

"Then you'll have to suck my cock. Are you willing to do it?" I asked.

"But George, I'm not good at it. I don't think I can please you." She replied.

"It will please me just to put my cock in your mouth and watch you suck it." I grinned. With that said, I moved up on the bed and laid my cock onto her waiting lips. She opened her mouth and let the head in. I had never seen her this hot, it was like forbidden sex even, though we had been married all these years. She had never sucked me like this.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled her over in a sixty-nine position and told her to get on top and give me that pussy to suck on. We stayed in that position, for quite awhile, as she sucked my cock like a popsicle. I felt her having many spasms or orgasms as her juices flowed from her pussy. I came with a blast and she took it all it her mouth, a lot came back out but she didn't pull my cock out.

We have never done a sixty-nine like that in our entire married life. Makes me wonder where she learnt how. I turned her back over and took my half limp cock and started rubbing it against her pussy lips. It only took seconds to start getting hard again. I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. She moaned and was breathing hard. I looked up at her and she was holding both of her tits and rubbing the nipples, they were rock hard. She had her eyes closed and her tongue sticking out licking her cum covered lips.

I was in as deep as I could get but her pussy was so wet I was hardly getting any friction. I pulled out and had her turn over, and started fucking her from behind. I looked at her anus and stuck one finger in and started fingering her ass. She gasped but didn't say anything.

I put a second finger in her anus and kept pumping my cock against here till my balls hit her. I reached down and took gobs of pussy juice and rubbed it into her anus. I pulled my cock soaked with pussy juice out of her pussy and slipped the head against her asshole and slowly pushed it in.

She gasped saying, "No George, it hurts."

I pushed my cock in a little deeper as I slipped two fingers back into her pussy.

She was saying, "God it hurts, but yet feels so good, I feel so full."

"Do you want me to pull out Dorothy?" I asked.

"No just don't pump to fast, I don't want to lose this feeling," she replied.

I slowly begin pumping again, I pulled my wet fingers out of her pussy and put my hands on her hips and started my in and out motion, pushing in deeper each time. I was finally in all the way, my balls slapping against her pussy every time I pushed forward into her ass.

She was making all kind of noises, then she screamed, "God I'm chumming and pushed her ass as far back against my cock as she could. With her ass cheeks squeezing my cock I exploded, I don't think I have ever come that hard twice in my entire life. As I pulled my limp cock out of her ass I heard a pop as her ass cheeks closed. She fell forward totally exhausted and went to sleep.

I got up and took a quick shower and thought about the latest events. To bad she was such a cheating wife. The last couple of weeks have been some of the best sex of my life.

I got up Thursday morning and got ready for work. I looked over at Dorothy's naked body still in the same position she was in last night. I had a twinge of sadness knowing it would be the last time I would see her like this. Even though we didn't have a loving marriage we did have some good times. I knew that when I got home that evening that I would have a ?ear John' letter waiting for me on the table. Then I grabbed my stuff, and left for work.

I had to stop by the house to pick up a few tools. Her car wasn't there. I was kind of glad, didn't really want to face her yet. As I went into the house I didn't see my ?ear John' letter yet. I thought I'd check out my message bug and see if anything was new on it.

She had received a call from Dixie asking her if she was ready for the trip. They were to pick her up around 4:00pm. It was less then a four hour trip. I looked up at the clock and it was noon. Then I heard Dorothy speak.

"Dixie am I making the right decision? I'm getting cold feet," Dorothy said.

"What are you saying girl? You've waited thirty-two years to be with Paul. What happened?" asked Dixie.

"George just seemed to have changed in the last couple of weeks. I do have feelings for him even if it's not love." Replied Dorothy.

"You fucked him again, didn't you Dorothy," replied Dixie. "That pussy of yours is what started the whole thing with Paul in the first place. I told you not to have sex again with George before you left him. I knew this might happen." said Dixie. "Why don't you give Paul a call? It might help."

"You're right Dixie, once I get back with Paul at the reunion everything will be alright." Dorothy replied. "I'll go to a public phone and call Paul to help ease my mind, I don't want to call from here and leave a phone record."

That must be where she is now, calling her lover. Oh well, I'll meet him Saturday with my own surprises. I left her a note saying sorry I missed her, that I had stopped home to take her to lunch before she leaves to her reunion. I even signed it, 'Love George' just to rub it in a little. None of it was true but she didn't know that.

When I got home from work that evening, there on the table was my ?ear John' letter. I guess talking to Paul persuaded her to go. I opened up the letter and the only thing that was changed was a hand written note at the bottom, saying, "I'll never forget the last two weeks, love Dorothy."


Saturday came and I headed to the Ramada Inn. I had called and made reservations for me and a room for each of the boys and there family.. I also notified the reunion committee that we were coming to surprise Dorothy for our thirty-third anniversary, but not to let her know. I wanted to make sure we had reservations for dinner.

I had the family all meet me up in my suite to explain the bad news. I started out telling them. That I hoped this would have been a surprise thirty-third anniversary party for their mother and I, but things have changed. Their mom is in love with another man and has been most of her life. That she was waiting for them to grow up and have lives of their own before leaving me.

They all were surprised, saying all the standard stuff you would expect to here such as:

"No Dad, it must be a mistake." "No, Dad it can't be true." "Are you sure?" "God, I'm sorry for you dad" "I can't believe mom would do this to you." Plus many more.

Finally I said, "Whoa, she left me this ?ear John' letter before leaving for the reunion. She didn't want any of you to see it but I need to show it to you. Then I have another report to show you."

They all read the letter with tears in their eyes, especially when they got to the part about me not being their father. After they finished reading the letter, Dot looked up at me and said, "You will always be my father, always" Then she hugged me.

I said, "I have some good news to share with all of you. At least I hope you will all feel the same as I do and consider it good news." Then I handed them the letter with the DNA results stating I am their natural father.

They all started crying and hugging me and each other saying, "I knew you were, I just knew it."

I looked at all my kids and their wives, I have to say this. "Even though you probably hate what your mother did, please understand she loved you. It was me she was not in love with. You can hate what she did, but don't hate her. She was a wonderful mother to each of you, and lived her life just like I did for each of you. She put her life on hold so you could have a mother and a father, don't hate her for that."

They all looked saddened, but were thinking about what I just said.

We all headed down to the restaurant, my two sons with their wives and kids, and Dot holding on to me. There were at least a hundred people in the room when we entered. I told the greeter my name and how many were in our party and took us to a table with a reserved sign on it. We all sat down and Dot told me I had one chair to many. I told her I had a guest coming.

We all looked around and spotted Dottie and Joe, and across from them sat Dorothy with Paul. They all seemed to be enjoying their selves when Dixie looked up in our direction. We heard her from across the room saying, "Oh my God, your whole family is here!"

Dorothy's mouth dropped open in total disbelief. "Oh my God, why are they here?" we heard her say.

Then Dot got up and walked over to her mom's table. She looked at her mother and said, "I hate what you did to dad, I'll try and understand because I love you and you are my mom. Dad is here to give a speech, you will still hear it, but the results are different." With that said she came back to the table. As she sat down and said, "Sorry dad but I had to say something."

I just smiled at her and greeted our guest who just arrived at the table. George, Mike, Dot, I would like to introduce you to June Simon. Paul's ex-wife. They all said hello and the boys introduced their families.

June was a nice looking women. She was around 5'5, maybe 145 lbs. She was dressed very nice. When Paul looked over and seen her with us, he got up to come over to our table, but Dorothy stopped him She knew that would be a big error on Paul's part.

They had a podium set up to hear the different speeches. The master of ceremonies stood up and gave the usual, blah, blah, blah speech and then announced the names of all the class members who had attendedand had them stand. They called Dixie's name, so we clapped lightly, then Joe's, and we clapped again. They called Dorothy's name and as she stood, we all made a lot of noise to get noticed. We could tell she was embarrassed. When they called out Paul's name we didn't even clap. Then they called June's name and we all clapped loudly again, making her laugh.

After a few speeches were given the ?aster of Ceremonies,' called George Manning up to the stand for a special speech. Everyone at our table clapped and cheered for me as I approached the podium.

I started the speech thanking the committed for letting me speak. I told everyone that I asked to speak to wish my wife Dorothy who I pointed too, a Happy thirty-third wedding anniversary which would be in two days. Everyone started clapping for us. I held my hands up to quiet them down.

Then continued talking, "Before I left home today Dorothy left me a 'Dear John' letter which I will read excerpts from. She has been in love with Paul Simon during our whole marriage, looking at many of you I could guess that many of you already knew this. She is leaving me for him as of today."

"So I am having you, Dorothy, served with divorce papers. Please let the deputy in." I asked. A Sheriffs deputy walked over and served Dorothy with divorce papers. He also served Paul Simon with papers as an accomplice to adultery. "My lawyer also has drawn up a divorce settlement which you can read in your spare time," I said.

"One more thing and I'll be finished. Dorothy also mentioned in her letter that Paul is the biological father of my three kids." I remarked. (You could hear whispers among the people) I looked at Paul who had a half ass silly grin looking back at me. "This is not true!" I spoke with convection. Dot walked over and gave her mom copies of their DNA and a copy of mine. Then she handed her a notarized copy from the doctor saying I was the biological father.

Paul's expression changed to anger and Dorothy started crying.

Then June got up and said, "Paul, I have only one thing to say to you. While you were busy cheating on me, I took revenge on you. Our two kids are not yours either. They're your brother John's," as she handed him the DNA paper. Your brother John and I will be getting married next month.

With all that said, June and I left the reception. The kids wanted to stay around and talk to their mother. I was kind of happy for that. She really was a good mother to them.

The next morning we all met for breakfast before heading home. The kids all seemed a little more relaxed. They said after I left their mom came over to the table to talk with them by herself. They wouldn't tell me what they talked about but said they invited Dorothy to breakfast, but without Paul. I turned around and there stood Dorothy.

Well Dad, "Can mom join us for breakfast?"

I said, "She is always invited to our family events as long as she doesn't bring Paul."

Dorothy sat down with us and had breakfast. She looked at me with sad eyes and asked, "George, how long have you known?"

I looked back and said, "It doesn't make any difference does it?"

I got up and hugged all my family members' good bye and looked back at Dorothy who was crying.

I said, "You made the decision, now you have to live with it." Then I went home.

There is no easy answers for cheating, adultery, divorces. Life goes on, we just have to take it one day at a time.

I know a lot of readers will feel I should have done more to Dorothy. I guess everyone handles divorce in their own way. I'm happy with the way I handled it.

George and Dorothy had been married for nearly thirtythree years. One day Dorothy gave a ‘Dear John' letter to George before going to her thirty-fifth high school reunion. In her letter she said she was leaving him for her former boyfriend who has been her lover over the past twenty-eight years.

She also thought that her former lover was also the biological father of George and Dorothy's three children who are all grown now. This proved to be false as George presented evidence at Dorothy's reunion.

George planned his revenge and carried it through. His grown children and their families attending the reunion and all facing their mother with the facts. There were two sons. George Junior who they called JR, another son named Mike, and a daughter Dottie, who they called Dot for short. She was named after Dorothy.

Paul, Dorothy's former boyfriend admitted he didn't want anything to do with Dorothy's family. She also found out he had sex with her old high school friends, and her best friend Dixie.

Dorothy broke off her relationship with Paul after finding all this out. She also broke off her relationship with her friend Dixie and her husband Joe when she found out Dixie had sex with both her husband George and her boyfriend Paul. Dixie also let her husband Joe have sex with Dorothy when Dorothy was passed out. Finally Dixie didn't tell Dorothy that her husband George knew about the upcoming divorce.


Our divorce was finalized six months ago. My life was now rather sad. I spent quite a bit of time at the bar. I guess just wanting company, people to talk to. That's when I began to realize that Dorothy and I really had a life together. Maybe not the best, surely not the worst, but we were companions.

Every night now I would go home to an empty apartment. Sit there and either go on the computer or watch TV. For the first few months it was okay, but now it was becoming very boring. Here I was in my fifties, sitting home alone.

I tried dating a few women but they just seemed lonely like me. With most of them there was sex. I guess I was still a pussy hound. I didn't want any commitments, I didn't want another marriage. That seemed to be what most of these women wanted. Someone to share their life with and possibly help take care of them. I stayed away from married women. I guess after what happened to me, I didn't want to be responsible for ruining another marriage, even if the wife was just looking for sex.

I started spending longer hours at my welding business. The money was good but money wasn't my problem. I missed my bitch of a wife Dorothy. I don't know how to really explain it. The woman cheated on me over 28 years. We lived pretty much separate lives. She did her thing and I did mine. But there were so many times that I started to reflect on the times we spent together. The vacations we took as a family. Always having a good time. Going to the kids ball games. We were together laughing and backing them up.

The only times I seem to enjoy in my life now is going to see the kids and grandkids. Then I started to remember that every time I go to see them Dorothy is there. We talk nice to each other trying not to be rude or bring up bad memories. Maybe it was just her being around me, I don't know. Then I think damn her, damn her, damn her for doing this to our life. Then I started remembering back to all the affairs I had during our marriage. God, I was no saint. Most of the women might have been one night stands but they were still affairs.

I guess Dorothy could have left me after any one of them. Why didn't she? According to her ‘Dear John' letter she knew about them. I can recall at least twenty times that I was unfaithful to her. Why didn't she ask for a divorce? Could it be because she felt she was no better then I was having this affair with this jerk Paul? Damn, I'd like to know. Maybe some day I'll ask her.

I got up from the couch to make myself something to eat. Damn, I missed Dorothy's cooking. That woman knew how to cook. She knew what I liked and how to prepare it. In fact she knew all my likes and dislikes. Right down to what my favorite beer was. I guess after thirty-three years with a person you get to know a lot about them. Why was I so blind to this long running affair?

All I knew right now is that I would much rather have one of her pork roasts, with broiled potatoes and carrots then this frozen pizza I was about to make. I had to visit my kids this weekend so I could get a good meal. Maybe I'd suggest a cookout and they could invite their mother and she could make something good. I'll offer to bring the beer and beverage. That was my specialty.

The phone rang, it was my daughter Dot. She said she was coming home this weekend and just wanted to talk to me and see how I was doing.

I just replied, "I'm doing fine honey, but I miss your sweet smiling face." She was my baby girl and I really did miss her. She was in Michigan going to college. She tries to come home at least once a month. When she does, she stays with her mom. They talk a lot and do their woman thing, whatever that is.

After talking to her for a few minutes I suggested that she call her brother JR to let him know she'll be home for the weekend and we could all get together for a cookout. That she could even invite her mother.

So dad, she replied, "You miss moms cooking don't you?"

No, I said I just... She interrupted me and said, "It's okay dad, I miss moms cooking too. I'll tell her about the cookout, I'm sure she'll come. What do you want me to tell her to bring?" She laughed.

"How can you be so sure she'll show up?" I asked.

"Dad, I shouldn't be telling you this but mom said to make sure that whenever you're coming over to make sure we invite her also. I know you don't want to here it dad but I truly believe mom loves you. She's living in a hell that she made herself. She totally blames herself for all she did to you. I don't think she'll ever get over it. It kind of bothers me. Her total life is school and family. I know she doesn't date. A number of men have asked her out and she just tells them no thank you."

Mom also cut it off with her best friend Dixie. She didn't tell me the whole story about why but I know it had something to do with her old boy friend and you dad. "Would you care to enlighten me?" she laughed.

"Anyway dad what do you want mom to make?" she asked.

How about a pork roast... Dot interrupted me again. "Dad, it's a cookout. No pork roast at a cookout."

Okay, I said, "How about your moms BBQ chicken with scalloped potatoes? I'll buy the chicken, JR can grill it, and Dorothy can apply her homemade BBQ sauce, and her homemade scalloped potatoes?

Dot laughed, "Okay dad, I'll see what I can do. She paused, then said "Dad, I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart," I replied. See you Sunday, then hung up. The frozen pizza was done, time for dinner.

As I started to eat the pizza, the reality of loneliness was setting in. About a half hour later the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, It was JR.

"Hi Dad, JR here, how ya doing?" he asked.

"I'm just finishing dinner and watching the tube. What's new?" I asked.

"We're having a cookout Sunday around noon and wanted to know if you wanted to come?"

"What are you having?" I asked.

"BBQ chicken and scalloped potatoes like you didn't know." he laughed.

My kids were smart, that must come from Dorothy's side. "I'll be there, noon it is," I replied

"Dad you supply the beer and beverage and we'll supply the chicken. Pick up some chip and dip also." he asked.

"Will do, and JR... Thank you."

"Anytime dad, anytime," he answered, then hung up.

God, even my kids knew how I felt, God I loved them.


It was Sunday and I headed over to JR's house. I remembered the beer, beverage, and the chip and dip, just like I was told. As I walked in everyone said hi. I gave them all a hug. Kissed all the kids and my two daughter in-laws. Dot came over and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, don't worry dad, she's here.

I just starred at Dot wondering how she knew what I was thinking. Then I looked up and seen Dorothy dressed in a nice yellow sun dress, applying her special BBQ sauce to the chicken. I walked over to Dorothy and just said, "Hi Dorothy, nice to see you again. Chicken smells great!"

Dorothy smiled at me and said, "Thanks George, I made it just the way you like it."

"How's school I asked?" trying for a little small talk.

"The kids get on my nerves once in awhile but other then that everything's fine." Then she said she had to go check on the scalloped potatoes in the oven.

Mike my other son asked if he could talk to me privately for a minute. He had something to discuss with me. So we went into the living room away from everyone and he said that Dot had talked to him earlier. That Dorothy's ex-friends Dixie and Joe had broken up. Now Joe has been calling Dorothy and harassing her.

Mike said, "Dad I can't let that prick harass mom. I don't know what it's all about but Dot said he was going to try and humiliate her. I can't let that happen dad. Mom's been through enough"

Damn, I like the way my kids stood up for their mom. There was no way I was going to let my kids get messed up in these personal problems.

I looked at Mike and told him to hang loose. Not to do anything stupid, he had a wife and kid to take care of. That I would check into the problem with Joe.

We went back outside and joined the BBQ, I told JR thank you for inviting me. It was the best BBQ chicken I had in a long time.

He said, "Thank mom she made it along with the potatoes."

I just looked over at Dorothy and said, "Thanks Dorothy, you always were a great cook."

She just looked over at me and said, "Thanks George," anytime.

I wondered what she meant by anytime? Was it just a slip of a word or did she mean, anytime.

I went home and decided what to do about Joe. Now he was messing with my family. That wasn't going to happen. I waited till Monday and went to the bar that I knew Joe might be in. I seen him sitting on a bar stool and walked up to him. He looked very nervous when he seen me.

I said, "Joe I need a word with you."

Now, I was a welder with strong arms and hands. Joe on the other hand worked in an office and didn't even work out.

Joe looked at me and said, "I have nothing to say to you George."

Joe I said, "I want a word with you. I suggest you get off that fucking bar stool and come over here and sit in the booth with me for a minute, or I'll just go outside and wait for you. The choice is yours."

Joe got off the stool and went to the booth and sat opposite me.

I starred at his eyes but didn't say anything for a few seconds, just to make him squirm. Then I said, "What's this shit I hear you calling Dorothy?"

He looked at me and said, "What's it to you? You're divorced. She can see anyone she wants. She's an adult and over twenty-one."

I starred at him again, waiting before I spoke. Making him more nervous. Now, mother fucker as I spoke in a very low voice so only he could hear me. I made a mistake letting your sorry ass have her as a revenge. I should have never done it. You aren't worthy enough to lick the shit out of her ass. You will call her one more time. You will apologize for any remarks you have made to her or about her. Then you will tell her you will never and I mean never bother her again.

If I ever hear that you have called her or slandered her in any way, I will personally hunt you down and put your sorry ass in a body bag. Did I make myself clear?

He said, "Yes, I understand in a low voice."

I starred at him some more and said, "I didn't hear you."

He said, "Yes, I understand and promise to never call her or bother her again."

One more thing, you son of a bitch, you call your fag buddy Paul and pass the same message along to him. This is not a threat, this is a fact. Next time, if I should have to come back, there will not be any talk. Do I need to break your arm or smash your face in now to make sure the message is loud and clear?

"No George, I understand and I will pass the message along to Paul."

I looked at him and said "You make that call to Dorothy as soon as possible. I don't want you upsetting her anymore." Then I got up and walked out the door.


It was now Thursday and I went to work. Me and a one of my employees were on a welding job when there was an explosion.

When I woke up I was in a hospital bed. There sat one of my daughter in laws, Lisa, starring at me. She yelled out he's awake, he's awake and gave me a big hug.

I asked her what happen? She said, "There was an explosion last Thursday and you have been unconscious ever since."

"What day is this," I asked?

Sunday, Lisa said. "You have been unconscious since Thursday night. We all took turns sitting with you on four hour shifts. All but Dorothy."

A sadness overcame me when she said Dorothy never took a turn sitting with me. I don't know why, I guess I just thought... When Dorothy walked in the room with tears in her eyes.

Then Lisa continued, all but Dorothy, she never went home. She stayed right here in the room with you and slept in the chair. We had to force her to go home and clean up and she was back within the hour. She even called off a sick day at school Friday to just sit here with you.

All this time Dorothy stood in the doorway crying. I didn't know what to think. Then Dorothy came up to the bed and gave me a hug and said, "Welcome back George, we missed you." As Dorothy stepped back my whole family came in and hugged and kissed me. Most of them crying.

All this emotion made me start tearing up also. Then Dot came up to me hugged and kissed me, Then said, "We all missed you and love you daddy." The way she said it I knew she was including Dorothy.

The doctor came in and told everyone to please leave the room.

As my family was leaving, Dorothy said, "I'm not going anywhere. He's my husband and I'm staying here with him."

The doctor was taken back and said that's alright, please just have a seat, as Dorothy sat down in the chair. The doctor examined me and asked a lot of questions. I told him the last thing I remember was an explosion then I woke up a few minutes ago.

The doctor wrote on my chart, said I could probably go home the next day if all the test come back negative. The only thing is he didn't want me to be by myself. I would need someone to be with me at least for the next few days. I wasn't to go anywhere and needed to rest. It looked like everything was going to be alright.

He said I had a concussion but as far as he could tell no internal bleeding. He said I was very lucky. God gave me a second chance at life. I could easily have been killed when thrown from the explosion. He then left the room saying he would stop by first thing in the morning to check on me.

My family came back in the room and Dorothy explained everything to them. They asked who's going to stay with dad, we can't leave him by himself?

Dorothy looked at me and then the kids and said, "I'm taking dad home with me for a few days till he gets better. He needs someone to watch over him. I called the school and will take a week personal time. I explained to the school about the accident and had no problem getting the time off."

I looked over at Dorothy and said "Hold on a minute here. Don't I have a say in this?"

My whole family looked over at me and in unison said, ‘NO.'

I just said Okay.

Dorothy walked out to talk to the nurses and I asked JR about my business and Ben my helper on the job. He said Ben is fine. He was clear of the accident. He was the one that called 911.

When mom found out you were here she got hold of your office and got the jobs set up for over the weekend. She told Ben to call her Monday to make sure everyone had work. She just took control dad. She said after thirty-three years with you she knew enough about the business to see the work was done.

I know she hurt you bad dad, but she is a great mom and a hell of a woman. I can't tell you what to do but she really does love you dad. We all know it but we will abide by whatever you do.

As my family was leaving the nurses came in and gave me some medication, I had a hell of a headache. I went to sleep. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning and there was Dorothy sitting in the chair watching me. She seen me open my eyes and asked if I was alright?

I asked her why didn't she go home with the others.

She just replied, "We'll go home tomorrow George," and I nodded back to sleep.


The next morning, Mike and JR was there to help me gather my clothes, flowers and cards that I received while Dorothy checked me out. She got all the information from the doctor on what to do in the next couple of days.

My boys helped me into Dorothy's condo. I realized I've never been in it. She had a lot of our old furniture there. My favorite chair and the sofa. My sons set me in the chair and propped up my feet. They told me they would see me later and then left.

Dorothy came in and asked if I was hungry.

I told her I could eat a sandwich and maybe a cup of coffee. She went in the kitchen while I rested. A few minutes later she came in with a ham and cheese sandwich just the way I liked it. Swiss cheese, tomato, ham on toasted rye bread, she remembered my favorite sandwich. Also a hot cup of coffee that tasted just right. She set up a tray and set it all down in front of me, turned on the TV set to my favorite sports news channel and then left the room.

Damn, I missed her, I really did. Just having her in the house seemed to make everything better. What the hell was I going to do? I honestly didn't know. After eating I must have dozed off. I remember dreaming. At least thinking in my sleep about the last time Dorothy and I had a discussion.

I remember Dorothy saying: I have been thinking back over our whole thirty-three years. I can't say there was love and I can't say there wasn't. We had a marriage, we had sex, we had a family. With our family there truly was love from both of us to our kids. They knew it and have it with their family. We did a good job raising them.

"Maybe just maybe we did have love between us. But over the long period of time we just didn't work at it like we should have. Maybe if we would have shone our feelings for each other like we did for our kids this might all have turned out differently."

I know that it's way to late for us, but the way you treated me the last month, I think I was beginning to believe that writing the letter in the first place might have been a mistake. I honestly believed I was falling for you. She started crying and said, "Isn't that a crock." Then she wiped the tears from her eyes.

Then I remember the doctor saying: I had a concussion but as far as he could tell no internal bleeding. He said I was very lucky. God gave me a second chance at life. I could easily have been killed when thrown from the explosion.

I woke up and Dorothy had taken my empty tray and cup and was now sitting there watching me.

"George, are you feeling okay?" Dorothy asked. "George I want to thank you for what you did for me."

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Joe called and apologized for bothering me. I know you had a talk with him. I don't know who told you but it was a big relief off my mind. He said he would never bother me again. That's not all George. Paul called me and pretty much said the same thing. I don't know how you did it but I just wanted to say ‘Thank You,' George."

While we are making apologies I have one for you Dorothy. While I was in ‘get even mode' with you, I let Joe take advantage of you. Looking back that was even low for me. If I could take it back I would. I know Dixie told you about it. That's something I should have never done. I guess you rattled my cage a little to hard.

I then said, "Dorothy we need to talk some more, but right now I would like to get some rest."

"George, I fixed Dot's room for you. She was really happy to have you stay here and offered her room. As you know she had to go back to college today but said she will keep in touch and probably come home to see you next week end."

Dorothy helped me out of my chair and into Dot's room. Brought me my medication and off to sleep I went. I was highly medicated for the next couple of days. I spend most of my time in the easy chair or in bed. Whenever I woke up I knew that Dorothy was near. She makes a great nurse.

My sons stopped over to see how I was doing. I told them that I was coming along pretty good. The next day we were suppose to see the doctor and see how things are coming along. Dorothy kept in touch with my business and made sure the work was being done. This woman did everything for me. Why didn't I ever see it. I guess it takes a divorce and a near death experience to wake some people up.

The next day we went to the doctor and he said everything looked okay. That by the following Monday I ought to be able to return to work.

Dorothy said that was great news and was really happy for me. She also knew that it was time for me to return to my own house.

She drove me to my house and followed me in. It seemed drab and dark compared to her place. I guess that was just the woman thing. The brightest thing in my house at that moment was Dorothy standing there.

I looked at her and just wondered where and when we went wrong. I asked her if I could stop by her place the next day and have a talk with her?

She looked at me and said, "Anytime George that would be fine. Would you like to have dinner with me. I can have it ready for you when you come over?"

I looked at her and said that would really be nice of her to do that.

She looked back at me and said, "Pork roast, broiled potatoes and carrots."

I just smiled! She knew my favorite dinner.

Epilog:

I stopped by and we had my favorite dinner. Then we had a long talk. I told her I would like to go out with her but we would have to take it slow. We both lived in our own places. I started seeing her at least five nights a week. I think we started to fall into love with each other. We never took each other for granted and did our best not to bring up the past.

We didn't talk marriage but to all our friends we were a couple. Our children and grandchildren were happy to see us always together. Going home to my apartment wasn't quite as bad now. I knew I would see Dorothy the next day.

The first time we had sex I thought it would be awkward but it wasn't. We just clicked together as a couple and put each other first. We literally made love. I didn't visit the bars anymore. I didn't need too. I had a loving girlfriend I could visit anytime I felt the urge which was beginning to be pretty often.

Will we every remarry? We don't know. Right now we are dating and taking it one day at a time and loving it. You see, as the doctor said, "God gave me a second chance at life." That's the least I could do for Dorothy.