My husband was killed in an auto accident 19 months ago. I missed him terribly until three weeks ago.

While hanging a valance over my bedroom window, I saw my neighbor working outside in his bathing trunks. I am no expert, but I could not believe the size of him. I thought about him later in the evening, and had to relieve myself with my vibrator. In the past I had only used this vibrator as a muscle relaxer, but thinking of the prick of my neighbor had me all steamed up. He’s a widower and his name is Charlie.

A week later I was unloading groceries when he came over and asked if he could help carry them into the house. When we’d done that, I asked him if he would like a cold drink. We sat down at the kitchen table, and talked about our loneliness and about how we missed our spouses. We seemed to be... Read More