Road To Love

lt wonderful. I had just shampooed my hair, and still had suds streaming dow

. A second later, the shower curtain got yanked back slightly, and then a large glass of

ly on the other s

taps, and leapt from the shower, just catching a glimpse of my departing

in our dining nook. I captured her, threw her lithe body over my shoulder as she shrieked in mock offense and pounded with her fists on my back, and then carried her to our bedroom and un

wore no bra, not unexpected in the circumstances. Her breasts were excited, betraying the real purpose of her treachery. I reached behind me and yanked her exercise shorts down her legs

n to me if I persisted. Her threats were hollow, and we both knew it. I fe

y so I could kneel between the gorgeous legs I'd ju

. I love you so," she whispered to me just before we kissed with

n any way. I had felt pain from events like those during my life, and this felt worse – much worse. I'd j

tion so terrible occurs that you want to run and hide away from life in any form, but the pain draws you back to the physical and all too rea

is several times an hour, every hour of the day and night. Several days, I'd even contemplated suicide. My clothing remain

my beautiful and loving Karen – the love of my life – the prettiest woman in the world – had died at only age thirty-two; a peaceful withering death after a month-long illness, the

e accumulated trash and junk out the garage. I had hoped that the

wanted had been tossed atop the tarp. I'd dug through the trash to the bike, and studied the carcass. As a boy and young man I had lusted after the motorcycle – even begged my dad to allow me to use it. Of course, he'

e flat and decomposing; where there had been chrome, a heavy layer of rust now sat; rodents had gnawed at the tires, leat