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Waiting for the Exeter Express

By: DeYaKen



Author's Note.

I am deeply indebted to Pickykinky and Mostera 1 for providing editing services and generally making this a better story.

For my US readers I would like to point out that what your colleges refer to as semesters, UK colleges call terms. There are only three terms in a year and they are between ten and 14 weeks long, depending on whether easter is early or late. Waiting for the Exeter Express

I brought the car to a standstill, dowsed the lights and waited. I checked the timetable. Sure enough on Monday night the express should be here at 10:10pm. I checked my watch. In less than five minutes the final stage of my plan would come to fruition. Five minutes to wait. Five minutes to go over everything. This was the culmination of a week of planning but the story started over a year before.

*****

The first time I thought little of it. When you've been married for twenty two years you don't expect every time to be a marathon. Now and again a time will come when performance is not up to scratch. When my cock started to go soft before either of us had an orgasm all I could do was apologise. When the same thing happened again a week later, I started to get worried. It was bad enough thinking that maybe I was losing the ability to satisfy my wife but to lose it, even temporarily at that point, was an absolute disaster.

When the first of our children was born, our sex life went down the toilet. Erica always seemed to be too tired, or at least that was the excuse. I'd be surprised if we managed once a month. It seemed like the baby took all the love she had and there wasn't enough left over for me. I admit, I was jealous of my son and at the same time I was ashamed. I must have managed it somewhere along the line because eighteen months later along came son number two.

As the boys got older and less demanding, I expected things to get better, I was wrong. I found the rejection really hard to deal with so I avoided it by giving her time to get to sleep before turning in myself. Knowing she didn't want me as much as I wanted her, hurt me deeply, but there's more to a marriage than sex, isn't there? I could get by on once every couple of weeks. What mattered was that we loved each other. At least I thought we did.

Things started to change when my youngest son, James went off to university. We spent more time together and Erica started to get more amorous. Once a fortnight was no longer enough, we were soon up to two or three times a week. Sex wasn't restricted to bed time; occasionally she would jump on me as soon as I got home from work. When her libido went into overdrive we started having sex every day, twice on Sundays. It was like being newlyweds again. I loved it, not just the sex, we seemed to have reconnected. The kissing and touching increased. For the first time in years I felt loved.

I started to worry when she told me that she still needed more. She worked as a kindergarten manager and frequently found the need to go to the toilets to get herself off manually. At my suggestion she went to see a doctor. She seemed a bit down when I got home that night. The doctor had told she was experiencing the start of the menopause. According to our doctor it was her body's way of dealing with the fact that she would soon become infertile. Her body was giving her the best chance to conceive before the eggs stopped coming. He told her it would only last a year to 18 months and advised her to ride it out. Being a man I couldn't see the problem.

"I'm going to be infertile," she whined. "It's like the end of something special."

"I had a vasectomy fifteen years ago. I did it because you didn't like the pill or any of the other contraceptives we tried. Producing children ended for me then. I don't remember getting all morose."

"Well you wouldn't would you? You're a man. It's not as important to you."

"Hold on now. I'll have you know that being able to sire children is very important to a man. It's part of his reason for being. That's why I was so reluctant to have the vasectomy. We decided, no you decided you didn't want any more children. Now your complaining because soon you won't be able to have anymore. To me it sound like whining because someone is taking away something you didn't want."

"Huh I might have known you wouldn't understand."

I tried a different tack. "I'm sorry Ric I really am, but I can see a positive side. No more period pains, no more premenstrual tension, That must be something to look forward to? He said you'll only be like this for another year. Surely that's a comfort?"

"I suppose there is that, I hadn't really given it much thought, but at the time it seemed like such a blow."

I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. "In a year from now you'll be back to normal, doesn't that make you feel better."

"No! Not really I enjoy feeling like this. I'm having three orgasms a day and it makes me feel great."

"Three? I'm only giving you one, who's giving you the other two?"

"I am, with my rampant rabbit. I told you I needed more than you can give. It's not your fault you can't be with me all day. I have to do it. I get the tingle then the throbbing that can only be sated by an orgasm."

"Sounds like you're barely in control, and you say you don't want it to stop?"

"It's like having the afterglow of sex all day long. It's exhilarating and I love the feeling. It's not a problem, is it?"

"No, there's no problem, our sex life hasn't been this good in years. I must admit I'm a bit worried about you having to get yourself off at work. I doubt the parents would understand if you got caught."

"Don't worry, I always lock myself in the toilet. Nobody knows."

I did my best to comfort her that night. In fact I comforted her twice. The more I thought about it the more I understood. She wasn't just concerned about the end of child bearing, she worried about getting old.

*****

I heard an owl hooting and it brought me back to the present. I looked at my watch. 10.15 PM. Where the hell was that train? The express is never late. I looked down the track but there was still no sign. The night around me was black without a sign of another human being. I started to get cold. My left arm felt particularly cold. I could start the engine and warm the car up again but I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I decided to just wait. The train may have been a little late but it would come. My worries would soon be over.

*****

My own personal disaster struck while I was trying to cope with Erica's out of control libido. The first time I lost my erection Erica understood. It was her fault she said for being so demanding. However, as it became a regular occurrence she got more annoyed. I'd planned to see my doctor but before I got an appointment Erica presented me with a pack of Viagra.

"Erica, I need to talk to the doctor. These may not be the answer."

"Yes but they may be and where's the harm in trying? If they don't work, go to the doctor."

I didn't know enough about my problem to argue with her and I saw logic in what she said. Our lovemaking already lacked spontaneity, and having to take a pill half an hour in advance made it worse. The good news was that they worked. I could even put up with the side effects. Every morning my face was on fire, my nose blocked up and I woke up with a hangover, but they worked, for a while. As the weeks went by the problem returned and I increased the dose. I reached the maximum dose and still the problem returned.

My work colleagues knew something was wrong. You can't go to work with a hangover everyday without people noticing a loss of performance. I shared an office with the most gorgeous Cypriot woman by the name of Eugenia Vanesis. Eugenia was a beautiful woman, five feet tall slim with a lovely round arse. I don't know if her face could launch a thousand ships but it certainly entranced every male student she encountered. The only area where she didn't come up trumps was in the boob department. She was always conscious of this short coming, but she was the only one who found it important. We had been friends since I started at the college and more than once she had expressed a willingness to take it further. On one occasion, she walked in and looked at me.

"Kevin Johnson, when are you and I going to start our affair?"

"Don't even joke about such things."

"Who says I'm joking?"

"I love Erica; I'd never cheat on her. Besides, I can hardly afford one woman, let alone two."

I laughed it off but there was definitely sexual chemistry between us.

At 32, Eugenia already had her own share of problems. An abusive ex-husband, Neville, had driven her away then tried to control her with threats of suicide. He stood six foot six inches and was a prop forward on the local Rugby team, and headmaster at a junior school. I'd supported her through all of that. Now she saw an opportunity to return the favour.

"Problems at home, Kev?" she asked.

"No, what makes you think that?"

"Come off it. Normally you hardly drink at all, but now you come in here hung over every day. Something must be very wrong for you to hit the bottle."

"Look Gen. I am not hitting the bottle, it's the side effects of the drugs."

"What drugs are you on then?"

I had to tell her the whole story. She was horrified.

"She put you on Viagra? Have you seen a doctor? You may have a heart condition Kevin she could be killing you. You have to stop taking them until you've seen a doctor."

"I might as well stop, they're not working anymore."

Eugenia hugged me tightly and made me promise to get checked out.

At home things went from bad to worse, without the little blue pills I didn't even get an erection, let alone maintain one. I did my best to satisfy Erica with my mouth, fingers and her vibrators. She soon let me know it wasn't enough.

"I need a man Kevin. I need a man's weight on me while I'm cumming. I need to feel your arms around me when you cum inside me. Anything else is a poor substitute."

The next day I made an appointment to see a doctor but being a Friday the earliest I could get was the following Tuesday. Erica wouldn't wait that long. That night I waited for her to go to bed and followed shortly after. I was surprised to see a light on in my son's room. I was even more surprised when I walked past the door and saw Erica climbing into the empty bed.

"What's going on? Why are you sleeping in here?"

"You can't do anything for me that I can't do myself. To be honest, you only get in the way. At least this way I won't have to put up with your snoring."

I went to bed on my own feeling as low as a man can. I was a failure, unable to fulfil the most basic function of a man. I couldn't satisfy my wife. Lying alone in the bed, listening to her groans and grunts made me sink even lower. I tried to sleep without success. Around 3:00am, with her words still running through my head, I saw things as they were. She'd told me she needed to be held by a man and now she was pulling away from me. Was it possible that someone else was doing the holding, maybe even supplying everything else that I couldn't?

Erica kept out of my way for most of the weekend. Saturday she went shopping all day but didn't seem to buy much. On Sunday she went to church and didn't come back until the evening. I should have confronted her but I wasn't sure I wanted to know where she'd been, and I was so tired.

I became convinced she had found a replacement and if I needed any further confirmation it came on Monday evening when I found Erica packing her case.

"Where are you going, Ric?"

"I'm sorry Kevin but it's just not working for us anymore. I need more than you can give— which is really not saying much."

"Don't do this Erica. The problem is probably temporary. Things will soon be back to normal."

"I know it's only temporary, but even when it's over I'll still need sex occasionally."

"I was talking about my problem not yours. Many men suffer erectile dysfunction at some time or another. It's often a temporary thing."

She stopped packing for a moment and put her arms around me. "I hope so Kevin I really do. I know you love me and I hate to do this to you, but he's younger and so hard. He takes me to places you never could. It's not your fault. I just need him right now. It will be over soon, my libido will calm down, or he'll tire of me and we can get back to normal. We don't love each other or anything like that. It's just sex."

She let go of me and went back to her packing. I left her there and went downstairs. It took her a little over half an hour to appear at the top of the stairs with two large suitcases, an overnight bag and a large holdall. She started to come down with the smallest bag and saw me watching her.

"It wouldn't do you any harm to give me a hand."

"Erica I am going to do nothing to assist you to leave this house. If you go it's going to be entirely through your own efforts."

She thumped down the stairs and took the small bag out to her car. When she came back she stared at me hoping I would weaken, I didn't. She made a big show of how heavy the bags were and how difficult it was to get them out to her car. When she got the last one to the front door she stopped and looked back at me.

"It doesn't have to be like this you know. It's not as if it's forever. Can't you just be happy that I've found someone to take the load off you?"

"Please don't do this Erica. We can get past this. We both know it's not me you're doing this for. If you stay there's still a chance for us, but if you leave now you're not coming back. Here, will you do it or shall I?"

I held my phone out to her. She looked at the screen and saw her mobile number highlighted.

"What the hell are you talking about now?"

"Deleting you from my phone—and from my life. Will you do it or shall I?"

"Oh stop being so melodramatic, Kevin." She was starting to shout now. "Of course I'm coming back, it's just that right now I need a real man not a limp dicked excuse......"

She stopped mid sentence realising what she'd said. "I'm sorry Kev; I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes you did, you have finally said what you mean. You had better go, go and bounce on that long, hard cock I hope it makes you happy."

There was a tear in her eye as she turned and left. I pressed the button on the phone, and watched the number disappear. The door closed and I set the deadlock.

That evening I ran through the range of emotions. I started out angry. How could she do this to me? I had given her the twenty best years of my life and at the first sign of trouble she baled on me. Whatever happened to for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer in sickness and in health, and of course forsaking all others? How could she be so arrogant as to believe I would sit and wait for her to come back?

I tried to think about what I was going to do. I would find her young buck and cut his nuts off. I'd arrange a party for my students and have them fuck her within an inch of her life. When they'd finished with her I'd throw her out. All these things went through my mind and I tried to convince myself that I would do them all but in my heart I knew I wouldn't.

As the evening wore on my anger gave way to guilt. It was my fault, I had failed her. She had needed me to see her through her problem time and I let her down.

Then the self-pity hit. I was less than a man. I couldn't please a woman. I couldn't perform. Of course she didn't want me, what woman would? I could have lost an arm or leg and still felt more complete.

As I tried to sleep I slipped further into depression. Everything I could think of left me further down. I think I must have slept because I think I dreamt. I saw my students standing around laughing about poor old Kev who couldn't get it up. I saw Erica and her lover giggling about how much she'd missed a real man. I saw Erica explaining to my son's how their limp dicked father had let her down in her hour of need.

When morning came I found it difficult to pull myself out of bed. I made coffee but didn't feel like eating. I called the college and told them I was sick then just sat around the house. I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. It was afternoon before I could function on any level. What brought me back to the real world was the ringing of a phone, a phone that I couldn't find. After throwing all the cushions off the sofa, I found Erica's phone. It was the first thing that gave me a lift, I picked it up walked to the bathroom and dropped down the toilet.

I knew I had to protect myself and my sons. I thought I could trust Erica, but I didn't even know who her lover was so I had to protect my finances. I obviously needed to go to the bank. The people at the bank were surprisingly helpful. Following their advice I opened a current account (Checking account) in my own name and transferred sufficient funds to cover a month's expenses into that account. With that done I took my name off of the joint current account we'd always used. I emptied our savings account. Erica and her fuck buddy might well have a good time but they wouldn't do it on my money.

When I got home I called the insurance company that handled my life insurance. It surprised me how simple it was to change the beneficiary from Erica to equal shares for my sons. The following day I went back to work. Between lectures I went to Human Resources and arranged for my salary to be paid into my new account. I did the same with the college insurance as I did with my life policy. On Friday I managed to see a solicitor to change my will. That's what led me to Monday night waiting for a train.

*****

I had no idea why I felt so cold, and that damned heartburn was killing me. I'd just checked my watch again when it happened. I heard the bells, red lights flashed and the barrier came down behind me. I turned to look up the track to see the train coming around the bend. Soon it would be over, my misery was almost over.

Something was wrong, the train moved much slower than normal. In fact it seemed to be getting slower. In the distance but coming my way, were two flashing blue lights. The heartburn got significantly worse and I grabbed at my chest. Suddenly there were flashing blue lights in my rear view mirror. A police car had stopped on the other side of the barrier. I wanted to start the engine and drive off but I couldn't pull my hand away from my chest. Two policemen walked up to the car. One tapped on the window but I didn't move. The heartburn was getting worse. The officer asked if I was alright but all I could do was look at him. Unable to keep my eyes open I drifted into unconsciousness as the policeman kept talking.

*****

I remember nurses fussing around me, machines beeping, doctors prodding and probing me as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Soft lips caressed my forehead and a soft hand held mine but then I was gone again.

The bright sunlight filtered through the blinds, beckoning me back to the land of the living. My eye lids fluttered and I looked out on a blurry world. I started to focus and soon picked out the TV screen above the bed and the magnolia walls of the ward. Someone was there with me and I started looking around. The nurses busied themselves at their station. I turned the other way and there she was.

"Welcome back," she said. "You had us worried for a while."

I looked at her beautiful face. Her big brown eyes showed so much love.

"Eugenia, what are you doing here?"

"Well someone had to be here. James is coming this weekend. Peter asked me to keep him informed and he'll be here as soon as he can. It's a long way from Durham."

"But how did you know?"

"The hospital called me. Mine was the only woman's number in your phone, they thought I was your wife. When they called I thought they were talking about my ex-husband. As soon as I found it was you I had to come.


Waiting for the Exeter Express



"How long have I been here?"

"Two days, I've been here between classes and lectures. The college has been very good about it. They can't wait to have you back, and some of your students want to come in when you are fit enough."

"Erica?"

"I don't think she even knows. She hasn't called you and she's not at home. I'm not trying to hide it from her but I'm not going looking for her either. In my opinion she is the reason you are in here."

She squeezed my hand and gave me a light kiss on the lips. When she looked at the monitor screen a smile spread across her face.

"You must be getting better. Your pulse went up ten beats a minute when I did that. Now I've got to get back to work for a while. I'll be back this afternoon and we'll find out what the doctors say about you."

Eugenia was back with me when the lead surgeon did his rounds that afternoon and started filling me in about what he'd done.

"You are a very lucky man Mr Johnson. Lucky that someone found you when they did, and lucky that I'd had a particularly heavy day and I was still here when you came in. We did an emergency by-pass operation on you. You are going to be pretty sore for a while but things are looking good. What puzzles me is how it got this bad. Didn't you have any symptoms? You must have been in considerable pain."

"Not really Doc. I've been getting a lot of indigestion lately, you know heartburn, but I thought nothing of it, you sort of expect it at my age. I've been getting a bit breathless and tired all the time but I put that down to my sedentary life style."

The doctor just shook his head. "No problems in the bedroom department at all."

"Well yes, but I was using Viagra for that."

"VIAGRA, are you mad? Who on earth prescribed them for you?"

"No one, my wife got them off the internet."

"Bloody internet pharmacies. I'd close them all down tomorrow if I had my way." He turned to Eugenia. "Well I hope you are satisfied Mrs Johnson. Your husband came very close to death. If he'd only seen a doctor none of this would have happened."

"Now hang on Doc." I yelled back at him. "This lady is not my wife. None of this is her fault. It's my fault and my wife's fault, but Eugenia urged me to go to a doctor. I'm the one who couldn't see the point. I know it's your duty to save me, but to be honest I wish you hadn't bothered."

Eugenia's face immediately showed her anger. "Kevin Johnson, how can you be so selfish. What about your family, don't they matter at all?"

"The boys would be upset for a while but they'd get over it. I've provided for them"

"That's only money Kevin. They don't need money, they need you. What about their children growing up without a grandfather? What about me? We all need you Kevin, don't you dare say he shouldn't have bothered. If you ever say anything like that again it will be the last you ever see of me."

She asked for a private word with the doctor. He looked at me for confirmation.

"Sure doc, go ahead you'll probably get more sense out of her than you will from me right now, and as for my wife, you'd have to find her first."

Eugenia put her hand on his arm and went off down the ward with him. When she came back the look of anger was still in her eyes.

"She's left you, hasn't she? Is that really sufficient reason for wanting to die? I call it a cause for celebration."

"You don't know why she left.--I can't do it any more, not even with Viagra. I can't perform the basic function of a man. I don't blame her for leaving."

"Well I do. She walked out on a sick man. Even if she didn't know about your heart condition she was well aware of the E.D. and what that was doing to you. All she did was pile the pressure on and make it worse. Now she's walked out in order to satisfy her own selfish desires. Don't defend her to me Kevin; I'm not prepared to listen."

"That's as maybe, but the fact remains that I'm not much use to any woman now."

"You can't say that. You might be fine once they've sorted you out. Anyway most women want more than a dick on legs. I like sex as much as the next woman, a lot more than most. I'd go without tomorrow if it meant getting a good man. Besides there are other things you can do without needing an erect penis."

She sat beside the bed and held my hand while telling me about all the things that happened at work. She was still there when the police arrived to talk to me. I made it clear that I wanted her to stay while I talked to them.

They asked why I had stopped on the railway track.

"I didn't know where I stopped officer. Something was drastically wrong so I pulled over before I had an accident."

"I see sir, so can you tell us why you switched off the lights?"

"No I can't really. I suppose it was habit. You know, stop the car, switch of the engine, and switch off the lights."

"You realise of course sir, that we must report this to the licensing authority. You'll need a doctor's certificate before you can drive again."

"I quite understand officer; I guess I am a very lucky man. Please pass my thanks on to the chaps who found me."

"OK sir, we'll do that. Now we'd better let you rest." They turned to leave when I remembered something I needed to know.

"Oh, Officers, can you tell me what happened to my car?"

"It's in the police pound sir. You'll need to pay for the recovery costs and you can have it back. Now if that's all we'll leave you in peace."

I turned to look at Eugenia. Her hands covered her eyes and I could hear her sobbing. She pulled away as I reached out to her.

"You were really going to do it, weren't you? You stupid, stupid man. You were sitting there waiting to be hit by an express train. Why Kevin, why?"

"Because of the boys. If it were an accident, they would get a much bigger insurance payout."

"Don't make it all sound so matter of fact. You were trying to kill yourself. I'm sorry I just can't deal with this."

With tears running down her face she ran from the ward narrowly missing the porters bringing in the supper trolley.

Eugenia never returned that night. In fact she didn't return until the afternoon of the following day. When she did come she gave me a smile that would melt a glacier.

"You needn't think I've forgiven you for getting yourself in that state without talking to me. I thought we were friends."

"I'm sorry Gen, I really wasn't thinking straight at the time. You're the best friend I've got. I should have talked to you."

"Is that all I am Kevin? A friend?"

"Right now Gen, you are the best friend I've got. I can't say more than that, I'm just so confused I am still supposed to be a married man."

"Married? You still consider yourself married to her after she walked out on you? After she made you feel worthless, has she gone to find another cock to ride? I'll tell you this Kevin Johnson, there is a lot more to being a man than having a stiff dick. If she can't see that, she doesn't deserve you."

"How long have you been in here? Four days and she hasn't even called you."

"She probably doesn't even know I'm in here."

"Wake up and smell the coffee Kevin. If she cared about you she'd have called you at home and when there was no reply she'd have called your mobile. If she wasn't a selfish bitch she would know."

"I suppose my flushing her phone down the toilet didn't help."

"You didn't."

"I'm afraid I did. It was the day after she left. It kept ringing and when I found it, under the cushions on the sofa. I flushed it down the toilet. I think she must have comeback looking for it. Someone was in the house and tidying up last Wednesday."

Tears had started to form in her eyes, as she started to laugh they ran down her cheek. "I'm sorry Kevin I just find that so funny. If she's anything like me her whole life will be on that phone. Appointments, birthdays, her phone book, everything, all gone down the toilet. You really are a wicked man."

She stood up and prepared to leave.

"I'm going home now. The college won't tolerate lack of preparation, just because you are in hospital. I'll be back tomorrow. You think about what I've said."

I watched her walk away on her high heels. I admired the movement of her beautiful round bum. As she reached the door I called out to her.

"Gen." She stopped and turned back to me."You've still got by far the nicest arse I've ever seen."

She blushed a little, smiled at me, turned and patted the right cheek before going through the door.

The chap in the bed next to mine looked over at me. "If my wife waggled an arse like that me I'd have had a heart attack too mate. No wonder you're in here."

"She's not my wife, just a friend."

"Pull the other leg, it's got bells on. If she's just a friend, I'm a monkey's uncle. I've seen the way she looks at you. Wish she'd look at me that way. Take it from one who's been around a bit. She wants to be more than friends and if you don't do something about it you're a bigger fool than I took you for."

I thought about Eugenia. I definitely found her sexually attractive, most men would. I liked her as a person. She was fun, a bit of a spitfire at times but always fun. Was I in love with her? I didn't know. We only really knew each other from work. There had been the time that I'd helped her deal with her ex-husband but that was two years ago. That was the nearest I'd come to being part of her private life. Now it looked like she wanted to be a big part of mine

The following day my son Peter came in to see me. He seemed more than a little upset.

"What's going on dad? Where's mum? I got no reply when I rang the house and her mobile goes straight to voicemail"

"I don't know where she is, she didn't say where she was going, just walked out."

"You mean she's left you. What did you do?"

I told him almost the whole story, leaving out the bit about waiting on the track for the Exeter express. He seemed shocked as it all came out.

"Hell dad, I knew you and mum were going at it some in the bedroom I heard you some nights during the summer break. I was proud of you, I thought it was great that you were still into each other in that way."

"Peter, things aren't always what they seem. We'd been drifting apart for a long time. I think you boys were what really held us together. I recent months things had been getting better and it brought us back together. I was looking forward to happy life together. It all went wrong when I started to have problems in the bedroom. Apparently linked to the condition that put me in here. That's when I realised, she didn't want me. She wanted any man who could do the job. All the time I filled the bill it was fine, but as soon as I couldn't, she left."

"I don't believe that dad. Have you tried to talk to her? If she knew you were ill, I'm sure she'd be here."

"I can't talk to her, I don't know where she is. She hasn't been in touch with me. Were not allowed to use mobile phones in here because they reckon they interfere with the monitors. I have switched mine on a couple of times and the only missed calls are from you and David"

I gradually moved the conversation away from Erica. I told him as much as I could about my condition and assured him I would be back to normal in no time. Before he left I made him promise not to tell Erica about my illness.

"No dad, she has a right to be told. You can't expect me to keep it from her."

"OK Son, I'll meet you half way, I won't ask you to lie to her. If she asks you about me, you can tell her, but only if she asks you."

"I suppose that's fair. I get the impression you don't think she will ask."

"No I don't. She can't ask without telling you she's not living with me. I think if she was going to do that she would have done it by now."

Peter stayed with me until the afternoon. When Eugenia came in I introduced her as a work colleague. Peter gave me a questioning look but said nothing until she left us alone for a while.

"Be straight with me dad. This woman, Eugenia, does she have anything to do with mum leaving."

"No."I said emphatically. "She is a friend and colleague, and she's been very supportive to me. It was her who called you and James. When I was admitted here, I wasn't in a fit state to tell them anything. Hers was the only woman's number in my phone. The hospital thought she was my wife and called her. She's handled everything for me since then. She's been a great support but if you're thinking she was coming between me and your mother, you couldn't be more wrong. Now try to behave like the gentleman I brought you up to be."

Peter was a little warmer with Eugenia when she returned. Eugenia seemed pleased with the change in his attitude. He thanked her before he left and she gave him a peck on the cheek. She stayed with me until the evening before leaving to prepare for her next day's classes.

Over the next week I had several tests and eventually all the monitoring equipment was removed. When the surgeon came to see me I was a different man. I thanked him for the superb job he'd done keeping me in the land of the living.

"Feeling a bit more positive now Mr Johnson? Well I have some news that may make you feel even better. Our tests have shown that you have a testosterone deficiency. It's not uncommon in men of your age. The good news is we can treat it very easily. I can't promise anything but that combined with your heart condition would explain your problems in the bedroom."

"Well if you fix that for me I'll be even more grateful."

I told Eugenia when she came in that night. She teased me about whether it was working yet. She kept threatening to lift the covers and have a look. When my morning glory returned I kept it to myself. She still spent a couple of hours a day with me and insisted on talking to the doctors and made friends with all of the nurses.

I was a little surprised to find myself having to solve a problem for the ward manager. Eugenia was so popular with the nursing staff that they told her things they should not tell anyone but a relative.

"You see my problem Mr Johnson? All the staff can see that she has your best interest at heart But they shouldn't tell her the things they do, without your consent. Of course, if you were to give your permission it would solve a lot of problems for me."

"First of all sister, call me Kevin, everyone else does. Now do you need me to sign something, or will my verbal consent be enough?"

"Oh no! There's no need for it to be in writing, as long as you are happy for her to know everything."

"Well sister, I would like you to treat Ms Vanesis as you would my wife. Does that solve your problem?"

"It does indeed, thank you."

I'd been there for ten days and the soreness from the operation was starting to subside. The doctor gave me what should have been good news but left me with a problem. I was apparently fit enough to go home as long as there was someone there to care for me. The problem was, that I had no one. I didn't know whether I should lie, and go home, or tell the truth and be kept in hospital.

When Eugenia came to see me that evening, I discussed it with her.

"The doc says I can go home tomorrow, after I've had the stitches out, The problem is I've got to tell them there is someone there to take care of me. I don't like lying."

"Then don't lie."

"But that means.."

She reached out and put her finger on my lips before she asked the question that many men would give their eye teeth to hear.

"Kevin, how would you feel about me moving in with you for a while?"

"Gen, you do know I'm not supposed to exert myself don't you?"

She slapped my arm. "Of course I do, that's why I asked. The doctor say's you can go home, but only if there's someone there to look after you. I'm want to be that someone, if you'll let me. Can you cope with all that healthy Mediterranean food, and me waiting on you? "

I laughed. "Well if it means getting out of here, I'm sure I can put up with it."

"Good because if everything is alright tomorrow when they remove the stitches and I'm taking you home."

I reached out and took her hand. "Gen the other day you asked if you were just a friend as far as I'm concerned. You are a friend, a very good one, but you mean more than that to me. I'm still a bit mixed up right now. The last two weeks have been rather a lot to take in. I've been a husband too long to be thinking about relationships with other women. If you are willing to accept that this old man might fall in love with his nurse, I'd be more than pleased to have you as my nurse."

She gave me an impish grin. "You are just trying to get me in the uniform. You'll be disappointed I've not got much to burst out of the top. I've been considering a boob job."

"A boob job, why? What makes you think there's anything about you that needs enhancing?"

"But you always laughed off my advances."

"That's because I was a married man. Besides what would a beautiful woman like you want with an old fart like me."

"You see, that's what she has done to you. You can't see yourself as being attractive to women, can you? You're not old, you're forty six, that's no age at all. I've got students who think you're cute, why should I be any different? Erica treated you as if you are unattractive and you believed it."

I was taken completely by surprise. It took some believing. I'd never considered myself as anything more than ordinary looking. My hair was turning grey and I'd put on a bit of weight. What was there to find attractive? I looked into her eyes and realised she was deadly serious.

"You really mean it don't you?"

"Of course I mean it. As I said before, it takes more than a stiff dick to make a man. You are witty, charismatic and brave, but you don't see it and that makes it even more powerful. Pack that up in a package that is really quite good to look at and what girl could resist."

"Erica did."

"She's a stupid selfish bitch. Mark my words, she'll be back but you'll be more of a fool than I take you for if you take her back."

"No Gen, I am not taking her back."

"Good, then I demand the first chance at taking her place. Give me your house keys. If you're going home tomorrow, I've got preparations to make and a nurse's uniform to buy."

She held out her hand while I rummaged through my locker and eventually produced my house keys. Her fingers closed on my keys and her other hand came up to my face. With one finger she traced down the side of my face and across my lips.

"Now you just stay healthy and I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon."

She brought her head down to mine and kissed me. I could feel the stirrings while her hand was still on my face. By the time our lips parted I knew exactly what was happening. I looked down at the tent that had appeared in the sheets. Her gaze followed mine. She lifted the sheets and looked again.

"Looks like you're both making a good recovery." She smiled that million dollar smile at me again before leaving. As she reached the door she turned and blew me a kiss.

"She's not the wife then?" The voice came from the bed next to mine.

"I'm sorry mate but I couldn't help overhearing you two. You're right; of course, with an arse like that having big tits would just be greedy. I don't know what it is that you've got, but would you mind rubbing some of it off on me before you go?"

"To tell you the truth," I laughed, "I haven't rubbed anything off for some time. However if you want to do one with her in mind, be my guest. I'm sure she'd be flattered."

*****

The following morning I was out of bed and fully dressed before breakfast. I'd shaved and generally tried to make myself as smart and fit as I could. The nurses were impressed and all passed comment. Before the doctor's rounds I was given another Electro-Cardio-Gram which the doctor examined before turning his attention to me. He looked at my scar and listened to my chest before giving me the good news.




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"Well Mr Johnson, still feeling positive are we?"

"We most certainly are doc. I'm looking forward to going home."

"I'm told there's someone at home to look after you, so I think we can discharge you today. I must impress upon you that it is important you take it easy for the next two weeks. After that we'll start on some gentle exercises, building up to a fitness regime in a couple of months."

He shook my hand and wished me well.

"Come on Mr Johnson, the nurse has come to take you home."

She bent over to pick up my bag and the overall pulled tight across her arse. She seemed to be enjoying the attention though I did notice her cheeks redden at times. As we walked from the ward we had our arms around each other's waist and Eugenia's face was bright and alive.

The ride home was entertaining to say the least. The hem of her uniform rode up and showed me she was definitely wearing stockings. My dick was rock hard by the time we got home, Eugenia waked around in her nurse's outfit for most of the evening. To my surprise it kept me hard all evening. We sat on the sofa watching TV and she would occasionally reach over and squeeze my cock through my trousers. When time came to turn in she helped me up stairs. When we reached my bedroom she went on tip toe and pulled my head down to kiss me.

"Do you fancy some company?"

"How am I supposed to take it easy with you lying beside me?"

"You can't use that excuse forever you know."

"I'm hoping I won't need to."

I bent down and gave her another kiss.

"Goodnight ... Oh and Gen, thanks for being so... so you."

"Get yourself to bed Mr Johnson before the nurse decides she knows best."

*****

As the sun started to penetrate my bedroom, I felt some movement on the bed beside me. I rolled over and found a smooth, soft pair of legs next to me. I opened my eyes, looked up and saw a woman in pink sitting in the bed beside me. As I became fully awake I realised the person sitting beside me was Eugenia. She was wearing a thin, short nightie through which her small breasts and dark nipples were clearly visible.

"Good morning sleepy head. Time to wake up and smell the coffee. Just to make it easier I've made some, so sit up and enjoy it."

I hauled myself up into a sitting position and took the cup of coffee she offered. One of the things I really missed in hospital was a good cup of coffee.

"This is really very good. I was half expecting Greek coffee, full of sugar with all the mud in the bottom."

"I have worked with you for six years, I think I how you like your coffee."

She put her cup down and turned to me. She ran her finger down the scar on my chest. "It's healing up nicely but it still looks somewhat angry."

"Do you always sleep naked?"

"For as long as I remember. Pyjamas are reserved for hospital stays. I always like to be ready in case opportunity presents itself."

"Hmm, does that go for little Kevin too. Is he always ready?" She nodded towards the tent in the sheets caused by my morning glory. She lifted the covers. "Well he's just as much a gentleman. He stands to attention for a lady."

She moved her hand slowly down my body, wrapping her fingers around my erect member. She pushed the foreskin down and my dick bucked as she did so.

"Ooh he likes that" she said pulling it back up. She pulled her hand away and slipped off the bed.

"Is that all he's going to get? Are you just going to leave me all frustrated?"

"Better frustrated than dead. You know what the doctor ordered."

"If you behave yourself and follow the doctor's orders, we might take it further."

That night she came to my bed and snuggled up to me. I was sorely tempted but every time I tried to start anything she shut me down. I'd been home a week before I got the green light for any sexual activity. It came when Eugenia brought me my coffee. As we chatted and drank our coffee she ran her fingers up and down my chest. She got up and knelt on the bed beside me. The touch of her soft fingers on my hard cock excited me. As she slowly moved her hand up and down I was in ecstasy. As little drops of precum oozed from the tip, Eugenia ran her tongue over the slit taking up the fluid. She ran her other hand over my chest again, soothing the scar. She looked up at my face.

"I can stop anytime you say."

"I don't want you to stop till it's over."

Up and down went her hand, changing position occasionally bringing the skin up over the head before peeling it back down. Her movement was deliberately slow, prolonging the feeling and putting off the inevitable climax. I slid further down the bed as I took in large gasps of breath.

"Oh, Oh, Gen are you trying to kill me?"

"No, just proving a point."

I was on the point of cumming when she stopped. She held me until I started to soften, and then started again. She repeated the process several times, each time she stopped as soon as I started to thrust. I lost count of the number of times she brought me close. Eventually she took me the whole way. I started thrusting my hips and my juice shot all over my chest. She continued to milk me until the last of the semen ran down over her fingers. The sight of her spreading her fingers wide and taking each one into her mouth will stay with me forever. Once her fingers were clean she skipped to the bathroom and returned with tissues to clean me up.

"You do realise, you just stayed hard for twenty minutes, don't you."

I smiled. "I wasn't counting. I must've had something else on my mind. So what were you trying to prove?"

"I'm showing you that you more than capable of making love to a woman, without chemical intervention."

"Are you planning on proving that in the near future?"

"I might just do that."

She got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

"Gen," I called out to her. "That one hell of a nice arse you've got there."

"Play your cards right and who knows what you might get?"

She disappeared into the bathroom. As I sat in bed listening to her taking a shower, I noticed a stirring between my legs. By the time she emerged I was completely erect again. She wore nothing but a towel. Grinning she peeled the towel off and threw it at me then ran off to her bedroom. I smiled at the sight of her delightful arse as she scampered away.

After breakfast she gave me a quick kiss and instructions to take it easy before leaving for work. I caught up with my emails during the morning and was just about to make some lunch when the doorbell rang. I answered the door to find Alan and Daniel two of my top students standing on my doorstep holding two pizza boxes.

"Pizza delivery." They yelled as I looked at them astounded. "Come on Kev let's get the coffee on and have lunch."

I filled the coffee machine and switched it on and we all three sat around the table munching slices of pizza.

"Eugenia gave us instructions that you weren't allowed to do anything." Daniel told me.

"Yeah, you've been holding out on us Kev." Allen joined in. You two have got something going on haven't you?"

"Come on lads, a gentleman doesn't talk about such things."

"We'll take that as a yes then." Allen laughed.

"Hey this is one of your lecturers you're talking about. Show some respect."

"Yeah! It doesn't stop her being hot though does it?"

I changed the subject and asked them who had taken over my classes and asked how they were getting on with things. They were not impressed. The college had employed a temporary replacement and the students were unhappy with his level of knowledge. It seemed that he hadn't bothered to keep up to date on new developments and only knew text book solutions for any problem. My more advanced students were used to thinking for themselves. We had a saying. "The correct solution is the one that works."

I made a mental note to contact my head of department and offer to set and mark assignments. The idea that my students might get penalised for knowing too much was something I couldn't live with.

"Err Kev," said Daniel. "I don't suppose you would let us pop round here for an unofficial tutorial now and then. We'll bring lunch and get the beers in."

"I don't see why not Dan. It'd be like an ideal job. I only get to teach students who really want to learn and they come to me. What can be wrong with that?"

"Well not getting paid is a bit of a downer."

"Oh, but I am. I'm on sick leave, so I'm on full pay."

"Is it OK if we bring a few of the others next time?"

That's how I got to be running an unofficial annexe of the college. Within two weeks I was busy three days a week. Eugenia was none too pleased when some of the girls from the IT classes started coming round. I did notice that they wore skimpier clothes when they came to my house than they did when they went to college.

Being home all day, I didn't have a lot of use for the mobile phone so I left it switched off. At Gen's suggestion I let the answering machine pick up the home phone. She didn't want me rushing to the phone only to find it was a marketing call. Peter and James knew all they had to do was start speaking and I would answer. However, one or two callers just left grunts of frustration or tried to talk over the machines announcement

The night after the boys came around, she made me a wonderful carbonara and after dinner we cuddled up on the sofa. When I went to bed that night she walked me to the bedroom door. The temptation was too much for me.

"Do you fancy coming in tonight?"

"Oh Kevin, you say the most romantic things"

"I take it that's a no then."

"Are you joking? I've been longing for that invitation for years."

"I really miss sleeping with a woman. I don't mean just the sex; I miss the holding and having someone moulding their body to mine."

She took my hand and led me into the room. I left her in the bedroom, and then went into the en-suite bathroom to take a shower. In a matter of minutes I felt the cool air as someone opened the door. I turned to see her standing naked before me. She looked up at me.

"Would you'd like some company?" She asked.

I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. Her head fitted neatly under my chin. She kissed my chest as I held her. Her small breasts pushed into my ribs and my manhood pressed into her stomach. She went onto tiptoes and started to kiss my neck. I kissed her on the forehead and she turned her head up to me. Our lips locked and she melted into me a little more as her hands moved over my back and traced the contours of my shoulders, slowly working her way down. As she reached my waist and arse, I couldn't stop myself forcing my dick into her stomach. Our lips parted and she looked up at me.

"It feels like something down here needs attention." She said before squatting down in front of me.

She ran her tongue over the tip of my cock before pushing back the foreskin and taking the head into her mouth. The water flowed down my back as she pushed her head forward. I dropped my hands to her head and held her hair as she moved in and out. Occasionally she would pull her head off my cock and lick the head while stroking the shaft. She cupped my balls and took me into her mouth again. For the first time in my life I felt my cock entering a woman's throat. She had the whole of my cock in her mouth, moving her attention to my scrotum as her tongue moved as she shook her head from side to side. With this new stimulation I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I tried to warn Eugenia that I was about to cum. She pulled her head back and almost immediately I started pumping semen, filling her mouth. She pulled her head off of me and swallowed my sperm. I looked down and found that she was smiling up at me.

She held her position as I softened in her hand. As my cock softened, more semen oozed from the tip. She kissed my cock wiping away the fluid with her tongue. I reached down and helped her back up. We soaped each other and washed each other off. I turned her around and ran my hands over the front of her body. As I massaged her tits and pinched her nipples, she pushed back into me. Her skin was soft and smooth and I became excited as I ran my fingertips over her bald labia. I bent my head down to kiss her neck and she whispered to me.

"Let's take this into the bedroom."

Turning off the shower we stepped out, and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. We both set about drying each other off. I led her back to the bed and we both climbed, naked, into it. I lay on my back and she snuggled up to me. Her leg swung over mine and our bodies were intertwined. I ran my hands over her back and her arm wrapped around me and pulled herself tighter against me. Her delightful little tits were pushing against me. I swept a hand down over her back to her arse. She pushed her pussy hard against my leg. My fingers slipped into her arse crack and the thrusting of her hips grew. She pulled herself tighter against me, moving further onto my chest. I soon got fully hard again as she thrust her hips against me. As my fingers started to circle her tight little anus her leg swung further across me and she scrambled up to lie on top of me.

"I thought I could hold out longer, but I can't."She whispered. "I need you Kevin. I need you inside me now."

She reached down, took hold of my rigid rod and guided it into her hot pussy. As she squirmed around on top of me and pushed herself down onto my stiff cock. As I entered her she gave out a huge sigh.

"Aaahh! I've wanted this for so long."

She pushed down hard on me, rubbing her mound against me. I didn't imagine it was possible for me to get any harder but I did. By the time I was fully inside her the skin around the head of my cock became stretched. Then came the pressure as she squeezed me and then sensation was heavenly. She ground around on top of me and as the groans got louder the movement became quicker. I felt something like lips closing over the head of my dick and I started to thrust up into her. She uttered my name but everything after that was Greek. I was surprised that I was able to cum again but it happened. Everything was suddenly wetter as I pumped into her.

She collapsed onto my chest as I continued to stroke her back. We lay like that for several minutes as I softened inside her. She was resting her face on my chest, occasionally kissing it as I ran my fingers into her arse crack. She lifted her head and looked at me.

"I promised myself I wouldn't say this but when I look at you I can't resist it. I love you Kevin Johnson. I can't remember when I've ever been happier than I am right now."

"Gen I err-"

She reached up and put a finger on my lips.

"No need to say anything. Maybe one day you'll love me back. I'll live for that day. I can make you happy, I know I can."

I have to admit at that point I was glad that she was so slightly built. Her weight on the bone that had been cut for access to my heart was starting to hurt. I said nothing but must have communicated something because she pushed herself up off my chest and looked down at me. As her eyes settled on my scar she gasped and almost leapt off of me.

"Oh my god, I haven't hurt you have I? What was I thinking? Why didn't you say something?"

"Relax Gen, it's only a dull ache that's all, it'll wear off soon. I think we need to get cleaned up and then deal with the wet patch."

She smiled at me and we threw off the duvet. We both got up and headed to the bathroom.

She sat on the edge of the bath as I set about washing our combined juices off of her. There is something very erotic about seeing your own love juice leaking from your lover's pussy. I could feel a vague hardening and movement between my legs as I washed her smooth pussy. When it came time to change places, she gave me a beaming smile as she started to run the cloth over my balls. She kissed the tip of my semi hard cock.

"Wow Kevin you are full of surprises. Two in succession is good but we've nearly got a third one here."

"Don't be greedy, Gen. I didn't think two was possible so quickly. You're obviously very good for me."

When we returned to bed Eugenia wanted to change the sheets but I just threw a dry towel over the damp spot and told her it could wait until morning.

The following morning I was awakened by the sound of a knife against chopping board coming from my kitchen. Shortly afterwards I was treated to the sight of a naked Eugenia holding two cups of coffee. She sat down beside me and nodded towards the bulge in the duvet.

"There's no point in getting excited. We haven't got time for a hand job or anything else this morning. I've got an early lecture today. Besides, I think we proved everything that needed proving last night."

"Gen, what you said last night. I don't really know how to respond. I'm still a bit mixed up. I mean I never knew."

"You see what I mean she has conditioned you. You are a very clever man, that's another turn on by the way, but when it comes to being attractive to women you just don't see it. I've been attracted to you since we first started working together. "

"I fell in love with you when you went with me to get all my stuff out of the house I used to share with Neville. I thought I'd die when he threatened you but you just stood between us and told him to start acting his age and not his shoe size. He was so much bigger than you and really fit, but you stood up to him and he backed down."

"He daren't hit me. He'd have lost his job and never been able to work in education again if he'd been convicted of assault."

"Nevertheless most men would have backed down, but not you. You ignored all the jibes and accusations, and told him to speak up if we took anything we weren't entitled to."

"Yeah but weren't you surprised when he pointed to you and said, 'Her, she's my wife you're not entitled to take her.'"

"That's what clinched it when I heard your reply. My heart rose up in my chest and I knew I wanted you."

"I don't remember that bit, what was so special about what I said?"

"You just stopped, looked him straight in the eye and said --`No, she was your wife, she is not anymore. If you really consider a wife to be a possession like a car or a coffee table, you should never have got married.' -- I knew right away that you were the man I wanted. Intelligent, kind, loyal, brave, more than a little good looking, and a person who respects a woman in her own right. You're a little bit overweight but I can fix that. The only real drawback was that you were already married."

We went down for breakfast and I found out what all the chopping was about. Eugenia had prepared a fresh fruit salad, with Greek Yogurt. I looked at it with some surprise. She realised that I wasn't used to that sort of start to the day.

"I told you, it would be healthy food from now on. Don't worry eggs and bacon are not totally off the menu, but we are going to work on changing your diet,"

"Hmm! I'm quite happy with this but don't expect me to start liking Corn Flakes."

"Well why don't you write me a list of what you don't like and I'll plan meals around that."

We sat and enjoyed our breakfast. Once I added a slice of toast it was really quite good. As we drank our coffee I returned to the conversation we'd had in bed.

"So if Erica hadn't left me, would you still be waiting?"

"I suppose so. I knew things weren't right at home. You never said anything, but all those conversations we had about sex told me you weren't getting what you wanted from your marriage. It was only a matter of time before the cracks split wide open."

"And all that time I had no idea."

"Why would you? I'm not a teenager, I didn't go mooning around after you or anything.

She got up and cleared the dishes away. "Well one of us has to go to work, so I'd better be off."

I reached out, took her hand and kissed it.




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"Thanks Gen. Thank you for everything."

She smiled at me, blew me a kiss and left.

*****

The thought of aggravating my surgery wounds meant that our lovemaking tended to be mainly her riding me cowgirl or reverse. She wouldn't risk me exerting myself or putting pressure on my chest. When time came to go back for my check up, she took the day off and came with me.

I endured a number of tests including the obligatory ECG. They stuck me on a treadmill for ten minutes then did all the tests again. All this before I even met the consultant. When I did get to see him he offered me his hand and I shook it.

"All going well then, Mr Johnson?"

"Yes thanks doc."

"No more pains then? "

"No really I've been fine. I feel better than I have for a long time."

"What about the other little problem, any improvement there?"

"The problems in the bedroom seem to be well and truly over."

"Well I'm very glad to hear that. The results of your tests look very encouraging. We can leave it another two months before I see you again. In the mean time, I've made you an appointment at physiotherapy. They'll work out an exercise regime for you, we need to make sure we don't see you again for a while."

I was relieved when the physio people didn't recommend joining a gym. I couldn't stand all that competitive muscle flexing. A rather nice young lady suggested I started off with a brisk walk every other day. Cycling and swimming were also recommended. I could see Eugenia eager to ask a question. When she asked it she managed to embarrass both me and the physiotherapist.

"What about sex?" She asked.

The poor girls face went bright red and she coughed.

"Well it's good exercise." She said as she recovered her composure. " As long as it makes your heart work hard for five minutes or more."

"Leave that to me. I'll get his heart pumping."

The girl smiled at her. "Yes, I'm sure you will."

On the way out of the hospital Eugenia put her arm around my waist and pulled herself close to me.

"You see." She said. "I'm going to be so good for you."

*****

Those weeks following my trip to the hospital were some of the happiest times of my life. Eugenia retrieved my car from the police compound and, following a letter from my doctor, I got my licence back. Having the car back was more of a comfort really, since I found myself leaving it in the garage far more often than I used to. I don't know exactly when it happened but over the weeks I found myself watching the clock, waiting for Eugenia to come home. In the evenings we would go out for a walk instead of sitting in front of the TV. Saturday mornings we went swimming. It was one exercise I always enjoyed. Erica had always hated swimming, she was terrified of her head going under the water. I stopped going because like many things, it's not much fun on your own. Eugenia was just the opposite, she wasn't afraid of anything. She enjoyed being in the water and couldn't wait to splash me anytime I came near. There was an added bonus to going swimming. Eugenia wore her bikini. I could see all the men in the pool following that arse with their eyes. It made me feel good for them to see she was with me. She, of course, was embarrassed about her small tits. She would come to me in the pool, lift her breasts and say.

"Are you sure I don't need a boob job?"

My reply was always the same. "Gen you know I love your little tits. If you want a boob job, get one done, but do it because you really want it."

After about a month of this she swam over to me and asked the same question about the boob job. I gave her the same answer. Then she surprised me.

"Do you really? Love them that is?"

"Yes Gen I really love them."

"What about the rest of me do you love that?" I surprised myself with my answer.

"Yes Gen I really believe I do."

She gave me the biggest smile and pulled herself up to kiss me. The lifeguard blew his whistle and pointed at us. Eugenia just laughed and pushed away from me while splashing me with water.

"You see I told you. I told you I'd make you love me."

She was right. She'd really got under my skin. I realised why I couldn't wait for her to get home. I felt better than I had in years. Her smile warmed me, her touch excited me, and the sex, the sex was fantastic. It had been so long I'd forgotten what it was like to be in love. But in that pool on that Saturday morning I knew that I was.

With my new love, my own personal college to occupy me and a new level of personal fitness, I was on top of the world. The boys would soon be home for the summer and I was busy getting the house ready for them. That Friday afternoon, I'd been doing a bit of decorating. I'd just finished off the gloss paint on the woodwork when I heard someone trying to open the front door. I got up, put the brush in some white spirit and went back to the door. She started cursing as I opened the door.

"Hi Ric what brings you here?"

"I live here, but what are you doing home."

"I'm on sick leave, and to correct your statement. No you don't live here. You used to live here. You walked out remember? Going on to find greener pastures, or harder penises wasn't it?"

"If you're just going to be crude I'll come back later and let myself in."

"Not with those keys you won't. I've changed the locks."

"You've done what? Why did you do that? I told you I'd be back."

"And I told you if you walked out the door, you wouldn't be coming back. It seemed easy enough to understand to me."

"Kevin please, can't we go inside and talk about this."

I opened the door wide and she picked up her suitcase. I started to close the door.

"The case stays there. You can come in but you are not moving back in."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she came in. We walked through to the dining room and I offered her a seat. The coffee machine was gurgling away when I sat down.

"Now Erica what is it you wanted?"

"I've come home. The doctor was right my libido is starting to subside I can manage now."

"Well that should be a real comfort to whoever you shack up with."

The tears started to flow and black mascara ran down her cheeks. I realised for the first time that she had gone to a lot of trouble to look good for this meeting. I poured the coffee and brought her a cup and sat down again opposite her. She dried her eyes with a tissue.

"Why are you doing this Kevin? This is not like you. I hurt you, and I'm deeply sorry for that. If I'd been thinking straight I'd never have done it, but my hormones were in control. I love you, I know you love me. Can't we just work on putting this behind us?"

"You're wrong on both counts. You don't love me, maybe you did once, but not for a long time. As for me loving you, I used to, I really did." I unbuttoned my shirt to expose the scar on my chest. "They opened my heart up and all my love for you poured out."

Her hand came up to her mouth. "What happened? Why did nobody tell me about it?"

"I told you what happened. They opened my heart up, pulled me back from the brink. I'm sure the hospital wanted to call you, but we had no idea where you were. If you'd tried ringing here I'd have told you. Face it Ric you were far too occupied riding that hard cock to worry about me."

"No it wasn't like that. I lost my phone, when I got another one all I got was that damned machine. Your mobile is always switched off, and all that girl on the college switchboard would say was that there was no reply to your extension.."

"And there was I thinking you just got distracted by a stiff dick."

"Stop it Kevin, you make it sound so sordid. You might at least have told the boys, don't you think they had a right to know you were ill."

"Eugenia told them. Peter even came to see me in hospital."

"So why didn't they tell me. I'd have come if I'd known."

"I asked them not to tell you unless you asked about me. I guess you never did."

"I couldn't. I didn't want them to find out what I'd done."

"Well they know I told Peter all about it and James called me to ask about it."

"I don't believe you. I don't believe you told them everything. What about your little problem? Did you tell them about that?"

"I told them everything even your parting shot about me being a limp dicked excuse for a man."

"No , No, They'll hate me. How can I face them when they come home?"

"It won't be a problem, you won't be here."

I heard a key in the lock and I got up and went into the hall. The door opened and Eugenia came in. She saw me standing by the dining room door and ran the length of the hall, jumped up, wrapped her legs around me and her arms around my neck. She planted kiss after kiss on my face and lips.

"I've missed you big boy, have you missed me?"

"Of course, but we've got to behave ourselves. We have a guest."

She looked into the dining room. "That's not a guest, that's your wife."

Erica sat with her mouth open, barely able to contain her amazement. Eugenia had slipped her legs down and stood hugging me when Erica found her voice.

"What the hell is she doing here and why does she have a key?"

"She lives here, which is more than I can say for you."

Erica wasn't about to give up. She looked Eugenia in the eye as she fired her opening salvo. "Well thanks for looking after him dear, but you can go home now. I'll take it from here. You see Kevin has a little problem that he obviously hasn't told you about. You should go back to your boyfriend, I'm sure he can look after you a lot better than Kevin."

I felt Eugenia's hand on my cock. It reacted immediately. By the time she pulled my zip down, it was bursting to get out. She pulled it free and wrapped her fingers around it.

"I think Kevin has all I need, thank you."

That was the second time Erica was amazed. Eugenia just smiled at her.

"Well I guess some girls have it and some girls don't."

She put my dick away, pulled my head down and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm going up to get changed. I'll leave you to deal with things down here." With that Eugenia turned and ran up the stairs.

Erica's face wore a surprised expression. "Am I missing something here? How come you can get it up for her when you couldn't manage it for me?"

"When I had my heart attack, they asked me about it, Apparently E.D can be a symptom. If I'd gone to the doctor before taking Viagra they would have found out about my heart problems and I might have got away with less invasive surgery."

"So now you're saying it's all my fault."

"Of course not. I'm a big boy, I could have sought help at any time. Maybe I was frightened that I might find out it was permanent. You certainly didn't encourage me to find out what was causing the problem but you didn't stop me."

"Are you completely cured now?"

"I'm recovering, but in the trouser department things are better that I can remember."

"And what about that flat chested little tart? You're surely not sleeping with her?" She seemed to be thrusting her chest forward as she spoke.

"Eugenia's chest may not be as big as yours, but her heart's bigger than yours has ever been. She really loves me, and yes we are sleeping together. So you see there is no place for you here."

"But I love you Kevin. Can't we go back to the way we were? I can be a better wife really I can."

"It's too late for that Ric. You couldn't possibly love me and do the things you did. Why don't you go back to Mr Stiffdick and let him keep you happy."

This brought on another bout of crying. This time really deep sobs and masses of tears. I got her some tissues and as the sobs subsided she dried her eyes.

"Now what's wrong?" I asked. "Surely Stiffdick would be happy for his fuck buddy to come back."

Erica sat shaking her head. "I can't go back, his wife's coming home."

"So he's a married man. What possessed you Ric? What possessed you to shack up with a married man while his wife is away?"

She started sobbing again. "I didn't know. He told me she'd left him but now I know she's in New York on a work placement. She comes home on Wednesday. I've been so stupid, and now I've lost everything."

"Not quite everything. It seems you have a secret bank account. Oh yes I found that when I was separating our finances. What was it five thousand pounds squirreled away and only you can touch it."

It was Erica's day for surprises. She hadn't imagined that I'd have separated our finances, let alone discovered her secret stash.

"I was saving for our twenty-fifth anniversary. I wanted to take you away for a holiday of a life time."

"Well that's never going to happen now, so perhaps you should use some of that as a deposit for a flat. You've got a good job so you shouldn't have much trouble finding somewhere."

"Ah well that's another problem, I lost my job. One of the trustees came in and caught us doing it in my office. They considered it serious misconduct and I was sacked. The fact that Ron was one of our parents made it worse."

"My god Ric, It's supposed to be us men who do their thinking with the little head. You've certainly been doing yours with your pussy."

"So let me get this straight. You've lost your job, and Stiffdick's thrown you out, so you decide to come back to me."

"No, I planned to come back so I'd be here for the boys when they come home."

"Well that's not going to happen now."

"Why not? Don't do that to me Kevin they're my boys, you can't stop me seeing them."

"I'm not trying to stop you seeing them. You can see them any time you like, just not here. There's no room for you. You made your choice Ric and you ran out to be with Stiffdick."

"But this is my home too. You can't throw me out."

"I didn't throw you out you walked out of your own accord. Now there's simply no room for you or at least there won't be in a week."

"But I've got nowhere to go."

I thought for a minute. I couldn't really throw her out on the street? How could I face James and Peter if I did? Clearly I had to do something.

"I'll tell you what Ric you can stay for six days. You can sleep in Peter's room. In that six days you will find somewhere to live. And move out. Once you've got somewhere to stay the boys can come and see you whenever they want."

A look of relief spread across her face and I even saw the start of a smile. That disappeared with my next sentence.

"At no time will you be given a set of keys. If you go out and there is no one here when you get back, you will have to wait until we return. Is that OK?"

"I suppose it will have to be."

Eugenia reappeared in jeans and tee shirt. The jeans were so tight they looked as if they had been painted on. The crack in that beautiful arse was obvious.

"OK, how many for dinner?"

I told her what I had offered Erica, but I needn't have bothered she'd already heard most of it. She set about making a delicious Moussaka. Even Erica complimented her on her cooking. After dinner I took Erica's bag up to Peter's room and left her to unpack. With our normal routine disrupted, Eugenia and I snuggled up on the sofa to watch TV. Erica came down, but after a short while decided to go to her room. As soon as she left Eugenia started kissing me then whispered in my ear.

"I've got something special planned for tonight."

"And just what would that be?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

"Would this something special take place in the bedroom?"

"Well that might be the most comfortable place, but we could do it anywhere."

"Hmm, I think I like the sound of the bedroom best."

I took her by the hand and led her upstairs. To my surprise when she went into the bathroom she locked me out. I heard the shower running and waited. She came out naked, slapping my arm as I tried to kiss her.

"Get yourself in there and come out smelling nice for me."

I came out of the bathroom to find her on the bed on all fours with that gorgeous arse facing me. I walked over to the bed and started running my hands over her back then wrapped my arms around her squeezing her lovely little tits. As I did so her arse wiggled grinding back at me.

"Come on big boy, take me."

"I rubbed my dick up and down over her slit. Holding it up to her tight little pussy, I started to push.

"No, not there, that's not your special treat. You keep telling me how much you love my arse, now I'm offering it to you. I'm all lubed up and ready, now fuck me Kevin, fuck my arse."

I moved my cock up to line up with her tight little anus. She started to push back against me and I got the impression that she'd done this before. I took it gently but soon her rectal muscles clenched, pulling me further in. I found myself pushed tight against her arse.

"Hold on a moment, let me get used to it." I stopped moving and she squirmed, moving gently around while my cock was deep in her. She eased herself forward.

"Now fuck me Kevin fuck my arse."

Eugenia was always vocal when love making but that night she excelled herself. As I worked my cock in and out of her arse loud groans started. I reached forward and started pinching her nipples and the moans got louder. With my other hand I reached down and started stroking her clitoris. The moans became almost screams as her orgasm started. All of as sudden she screamed out.

"Oh Yes Kevin, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse. Argh, Ohh, Ohh Yes."

No Greek tonight, just very loud English. She was still screaming as my sperm filled her anus. I was still pumping away as her arms gave way and we both fell forward. I thumped down on her forcing my cock even deeper. Eugenia let out a loud scream. And I started to pull out of her.

"No don't, just lie there, I love that feeling. I feel so full."

I lay on top of her as I gradually softened inside her. I was conscious that my weight was becoming uncomfortable for her. I got off and fell over onto my back. Eugenia pushed herself up and started kissing my chest.

"That was special wasn't it."

"Yes it was very special. I think you must have done that before."

She gave me a devilish grin. "Of course I have. It is called Greek sex after all."

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to my chest.

We went back into the bathroom and got cleaned up, before we went back to bed. As we lie in each other's arms she voiced her fears.

"Kevin, we are still OK, aren't we? Now she's back I mean."

"Relax, we're fine."

"I would understand, if you wanted her back. You've loved her for more than twenty years, there must be something left."

"I don't want her back. I can't see her out on the street, but I don't want her back. There are two women in my house tonight, but you are the one in my bed and that's the way I want it to stay."

She kissed me again. "I do love you. Forgive me for feeling insecure."

I hugged her. "What's to forgive? Just make sure you are always here and I'll be a happy man."

"I'll be here as long as you want me."

Sometime later we drifted off to sleep.

*****

The following morning I woke to find Eugenia moving her slight frame up and down on my morning erection. She was already well into it and her moans were already getting loud. She'd given herself one orgasm before I was completely awake. As the second one came upon her I was thrusting my hips up to meet her falling pussy. In a round of Sharapova grunts she came with a vengeance and collapsed onto my chest.

"I really don't need to get a boob job do I?"

I smiled and hugged her head to my chest. "The next time you see me looking at a big pair of tits, remind yourself that you're my number one. You once said to me, a man is more than a dick on legs, well a woman is more than a pair of tits and a pussy. It's the whole of you that I love and none of it needs changing."

I felt rather than saw the smile come to her face as in a whisper she said. "And I do have a killer arse don't I?"




Waiting for the Exeter Express



"Yes you do, and after last night I'll worship it even more."

"Not too much I hope. I do like it but I wouldn't want it there exclusively."

"Don't worry, little Kev's far too much of a gentleman to come in where he's not wanted."

She slapped my chest and started to get off me. My softening cock plopped out of her and she sat on the bed looking at it for a moment before taking the whole thing into her mouth. She sucked on it and ran her tongue over the tip picking up the small amount of semen still oozing out. She pulled her head off and licked her lips.

"I love the taste of us." She got up and put on her short silk robe. "I'm going down to make the coffee and start breakfast. Don't be long."

I went into the bathroom for my usual morning ablutions. As I stepped out of the shower raised voices came up from the kitchen. I opened the bathroom door to find out what was being said. It wasn't clear enough to follow so I moved to the top of the stairs.

"You're wasting your time." Erica said, "He loves me. He has twenty years invested in me and we have two sons. He won't be able to turn his back on that."

"Why not? You did."

Ouch! I said to myself as I heard that. Eugenia really knew how to hit where it hurt most.

"That was just a blip. He'll forgive me in time, and when he does you'll be history."

"What makes you think he can forgive you? You turned your back on him when he needed you most."

"He'll forgive me, because he loves me."

"Well if he loves you so much, why is it me that has the taste of him in my mouth and his cum running down my leg?"

I'd reached the bottom of the stairs when I heard the slap. As I walked, still dripping, to the kitchen Erica came rushing out. I grabbed at her arm.

"What the hell is going on."

She said nothing, just pulled her arm free and ran up stairs. I walked, wet and naked into the kitchen to find Eugenia rubbing her cheek. She had tears welling up as she came to me.

"Is it true what she said? Will you forgive her and take her back."

"Yes and No."

"What kind of answer is that?"

I held her to me, making her robe wet as I did so. I lifted her chin and kissed her gently. "I'm pretty angry with her right now, but I know that over time that will subside. So yes, I may forgive her. Hate is such a negative emotion. However, don't confuse forgiving with forgetting. I will never forget what she did, and that means there is no going back. I gave her a week and that's all she's getting." I ran my hand down between her legs where a gooey mess was drying out. "Now what's this down here?"

"It's your cum leaking out."

"Why don't you come back up to the bathroom with me? You can get cleaned up while I dry off."

I dried off and left Eugenia in the shower while I got dressed. When I got back to the kitchen Erica was there looking for the frying pan. I put the coffee on to brew.

"If you want bacon and egg you are very welcome. Eugenia and I will have fruit, yoghurt and toast."

She stopped and then put the pan away. "I don't believe it. You've never turned down a fried breakfast before."

"Yeah, well a lot of things have changed. I rather like the idea of staying alive."

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I was a bit touchy after your performance last night. You really didn't have to rub my nose in it."

"I really don't know what you mean."

"Of course you do. All of that screaming last night. You are not telling me it's normal."

"Eugenia is quite vocal but perhaps last night she was a bit louder than normal, but that is beside the point. Your behaviour this morning was outrageous and I will not tolerate it. No matter how noisy she gets, if you so much as raise a hand to her again your feet will not touch the ground on the way out of that door. While you are living in this house you will treat her with respect."

"She's not right for you Kevin. She's what? Thirty? She'll want a family, and you can't give her that."

"She knows all about that, and if we decide we want a family then I'll get the vasectomy reversed"

Eugenia returned and we had a very quiet breakfast, after which I reminded Erica that she had some house hunting to do.

"You can't do this Kevin. This house is as much mine as it is yours, you can't throw me out."

"You want half the house? Divorce me. It's no problem. I had a financial audit done as soon as I got out of hospital. That's how I found out about your secret account. You can have half of what we were worth at that point. All you have to do is divorce me."

"I can't do that. I don't believe in divorce. Till death us do part, that's what we promised."

"You also promised to keep yourself only unto me. You didn't have much problem with that one. If you want a divorce settlement, there has to be a divorce. I'm certainly not paying for it. You'll have to go against your so called principles."

"Please don't do this to me Kevin."

"My mind's made up. You want your half, divorce me. In the mean time you need somewhere to live."

*****

Of course she didn't just go out and find a flat. We got as far as Wednesday and she still hadn't found anywhere. Everything offered was too expensive, too far out of town or just not suitable. She was stalling, trying to find a reason to be living in the house when the boys came home. I wasn't surprised, so on Wednesday afternoon we looked at a flat that was definitely within her price range.

She told me she liked it but couldn't possibly afford the deposit and to furnish the flat. I kept from her the fact that it was Eugenia's flat that we'd decided to rent out. As fast as Erica invented reasons to turn it down I changed the game. I'd get on the phone to Eugenia and pretend to negotiate. In the end we even threw in some of the furniture, including Eugenia's bed. On Thursday evening we moved Erica's stuff into Eugenia's old flat.

Peter arrived home first on Friday afternoon. He gave me a hug as he came through the door then gave Eugenia a peck on the cheek.

"Have you heard from mum?"

"Yes, she was sleeping in your room up until yesterday."

"She came home? After what she did to you, she just came back?"

"Yep and expected me to behave as if nothing had happened. She didn't think I'd tell you. She expected me to act as if everything was normal."

"You know Dad, I find it hard to believe she is the same woman that brought me up. How could she have changed so much."

"She hasn't changed where you're concerned. Her world still revolves around you and James. It's me she has a problem with. If I'm honest about it, my wants and needs haven't mattered to her for years. I failed to see it. I started out giving way to her because I loved her so much. Later I did it to guarantee a quiet life. I didn't want you growing up with parents fighting, so I let things ride, let her have her own way. I realise now that I was slowly destroying what little respect she had for me."

Peter hugged me again. I saw tears in his eyes. "I'm so proud of you Dad, we both are, James and I. You got it so wrong though. We saw what was happening, we wanted you to dig your heels in and get what you wanted for a change, but you never did."

"I was an addict, I loved her and you boys so much, I would have given up anything to keep what I had. Like an addict I had to reach rock bottom to force me to change. I certainly did reach it, and once there, the only way back was without your mother."

James came home the following day. I'd expected a phone call to ask me to pick him up from the station. This time a pretty young girl in an old Vauxhall Nova dropped him off. I opened the door and greeted him with a hug. His first words surprised me.

Eugenia came out to greet him. She stood on tip toes and just managed to kiss his cheek.

"Hello James, it's so nice to meet you at last."

James stepped back from her. "So you must be the Greek floozy mum told me about."

"JAMES." I yelled."You seem to have forgotten your manners. I suggest you go back and get them."

He turned to me and slowly a smile spread across his face. "Sorry Dad, Mum called me last night and told me you'd thrown her out and replaced her with some Greek floozy. According to her your heart attack was something and nothing, definitely nothing to worry about. I couldn't resist a bit of a wind up."

He held Eugenia and kissed her cheek. "Hello Eugenia, I'm really pleased to meet you at last. Thank you so much for looking after my dad."

He looked back at me and studied my face." It wasn't funny was it? Sorry Dad."

"No! It wasn't funny James, but it does lead me into something. I want you both to go and see your mother. You may not agree with what she's done recently but she's still your mother. For twenty years she's done a damned good job of bringing you up."

They spent the first week with me before starting their summer jobs. I know they visited their mother at least once.

As soon as they started work I didn't see a lot of them. Most nights they went out but they did assure me that they both saw Erica once a week. Eugenia and I took a little holiday. Three weeks in Cyprus, of course. I got to meet all the family and I mean all of the family, uncles and aunts, grandparents and cousins. They held two parties in our honour and I had to learn to dance. Eugenia had a great time once she managed to stop the family badgering me about marriage.

At the farewell party, her father and brother took me aside. With both men slapping me on the back, The sudden change in the conversation took me by surprise.

"I love you Kevin."Her father told me. "I love you like my own son. Iannis, he love you like a brother. My Eugenia, she love you with a passion you British will never understand. But I tell you this, you hurt my little girl and I will kill you. This is so Iannis, yes?"

Iannis nodded his head. "Oh yes, we kill you, but not now."

"What about Neville?" I asked. "He hurt her."

"I tell you this, if he ever comes to Cyprus we kill him." her father said, "My brother works in airport security. If he comes here I will be told."

Iannis agreed. "If we go to England we will find him and kill him." He slapped me on the back again. "We talk of this no more. Now we dance, come, come."

The bouzouki band started to play a tune that I only know as `Zorba the Greek' and we returned to the dance floor. With arms on each other's shoulders we danced. One by one all the other men joined in.

That night, in bed, I mentioned the threats to Eugenia. She laughed. "He doesn't really mean he will kill you, it is a figure of speech here. When a Cypriot say he will kill you he means he is very angry with you. If everyone who said that killed someone we'd have no one left alive."

I drew a little comfort from that but I still felt relief when we got on the plane home.

When term started in September, the doctors passed me as fit to return to work. Eugenia and I turning up together raised a few eyebrows, but apart from that nothing much had changed. Peter and James returned to university in October. The house became quiet, apart from the noise of our lovemaking. Throughout the summer break Erica barely crossed my mind at all, so it came as a surprise when she called me.

"What's the problem Erica?" I asked

"No problem. I wanted to talk to you for a while. I've got a job."

"Well that's good news, what will you be doing?"

"The same as before, running a kindergarten."

"So what do you want from me? Do you want a reference or something?"

"No Kevin, nothing like that, the job is in Taunton. I'll be moving in with my sister until I get back on my feet. I was wondering if you would be good enough to drive me to the station?"

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather take a taxi. I'll pay if you're a bit short."

"No! Really, I'd like you to drive me if you can. It will give us a chance to talk one last time."

"Okay When is it? I can do Tuesday morning or Thursday afternoon."

"Right, I'll make it Tuesday morning. Thank you Kevin."

Eugenia was convinced that Erica had an ulterior motive. I wanted her out of my life. I hoped she wanted to talk about divorce, but maybe that was too much to hope for.

The weekend flashed by and in no time it was Tuesday morning and I was parked outside of Erica's flat. She came out to meet me, and invited me in for a coffee. We sat for a while and before she started to talk.

"I've been a selfish bitch haven't I."

"You'll get no denials from me on that score."

"Same old Kevin. Don't sugar coat things just give it to me straight."

"Well you did ask."

"Yes I did. --Tell me Kevin, are you happy? Does she make you happy?"

"Yes she does. She really cares about what I want. We don't fight for control all the time."

"Is that how you saw our relationship?"

"Not at the time, but lying in hospital, I had plenty of time to think, so yes that's how I see it now. Why, don't you?"

"At the time I didn't but I understand now. I always loved you Kev, but somewhere along the way I lost respect for you. Every time there was any conflict you backed down. I complained about your music, you stopped playing it. I refused to go with you to bike meetings and you stopped going."

"Come off it Ric, you did more than complain about my music. You walked into the room and switched it off. When I argued about that you would start with `What on earth is that awful noise? The neighbours will think you're killing me.' You came at me with all guns blazing. I didn't' want the boys to see us arguing so I gave in, it didn't seem that important. When it comes to the bike racing, you know it was more than just you not wanting to go. I remember all the emotional blackmail, telling me how the boys needed shoes while I was having fun going to race meetings. You told me I was always too busy to spend time at home but could wangle a weekend off to go bike racing. I worked long hours to give you the things you said you needed. I stopped going to races because to be quite honest it was a choice between that and giving up on my family, and I couldn't stand the thought of losing my boys."

"Looking back on it, I wish I hadn't given up doing the things you didn't like. With everything I gave up, a little piece of Kevin Johnson died. I wasn't me anymore, I was just your husband, doing whatever you wanted to do. I actually enjoyed being at work. At least there I felt important. Colleagues respected me, my students looked up to me and twenty year old girls flirted with me. At home I was completely under your control but it didn't make any difference, in fact it got worse even when you got your own way all the time."

I watched as the tears rolled down her face. She was silent for a while, then dried her eyes and looked at me.

"I'm sorry Kevin, I can't tell you why I did those things. I suppose it was because of mum and dad, they always had a stormy relationship. I suppose I thought it was normal. Mum would provoke dad they would fight and a couple of days later they would make up. When I provoked you, you just went quiet and kept it inside. I started to look upon you as some sort of wimp. Even my father fought back more than you."

"As I recall he walked out on your mother when you were twelve. Didn't that teach you anything? If that's your idea of what a marriage should be like, I wish you'd told me at the start. We could both have avoided a lot of heartache. I'll tell you now Ric, at the point when your sex drive went mad, I was all set to chuck it in. If we made love once a month it would have been unusual and even that was only if you'd had a drink or two. You didn't even like me touching you.

Do you have any idea what that does to a man, constantly coping with the rejection. We were so far apart and I only saw it getting worse, but I stood by you. I thought that when we were on our own it would either get better or we'd have to call it quits. All that changed when you suddenly started being affectionate again. I really thought there was some hope for us. I soon found out it was all about you again. You wanted sex, I was just the most convenient source. "

She was sobbing again and I sat quietly while she got some control back. Eventually she managed to get a few words out. "I'm sorry Kevin, I really am. I didn't realise how bad things were until I looked back on the way I treated you. When things started to go wrong for you, I should have made sure that you saw a doctor. I was too caught up with my own needs to see what it meant for you. I looked for instant relief and gave you the Viagra. My God, I could have killed you."

"I don't blame you for being angry with me, The things I did and said to you. Were unforgivable. I don't know what came over me. I really thought I could do anything I pleased and you would just accept it."

I looked at my watch. "What time is your train? Shouldn't we be making a move?"

"The Exeter express gets to the station at 11:15am. I need to be there by then. I'll get my bag and we can go."

I carried her bag down to the car. It seemed a bit on the light side. As I walked past her car another question came to me.

"What's with the going by train? Why don't you drive and take all your stuff with you?"

"You know I don't like driving long distances. Besides, parking is almost impossible in Taunton and Julie's house is only a stone's throw from the kindergarten. I've offered the car to James, if he wants it. If not, perhaps you could sell it for me."

I nodded acceptance and got into the car. As she got in Erica smiled at me, such a warm loving smile it knocked me back a bit.

"I didn't need to ask. I can see she makes you happy. You've got that sparkle back. The sparkle in your eyes, you had when I fell in love with you. I wondered what had happened to it. I guess over the years I just ground it out of you. I'm glad it's back."

The rush hour traffic had thinned out significantly and I got her to the station in no time at all. I found a space in short term parking and we sat in the car just looking at each other.

"It really is too late for us isn't it Kevin?"

"Yes it is, this time you went too far. There's no way back. Why don't you just divorce me and get it over with?"

She stroked my cheek. "I can't do that Kevin my love. Till death us do part I vowed and I'm not breaking any more. I'll always be your wife, even if you divorce me."

I shook my head as I got out of the car and grabbed her bag. We walked arm in arm into the station and out onto the platform.

"There's no need to wait. You'll need to get back to work."

I nodded and turned to leave but she grabbed my arm. "Tell the boys, I love them."

"Tell em yourself, Taunton's not that far away."

"No more pretence Kevin. They only come to see me because you send them."

"Give them time. They'll come round."

She reached up put a hand round my neck, pulled my head down and kissed me with a passion I'd forgotten she possessed. As we broke the kiss she whispered to me.

"I love you Kevin Johnson and I will release you. Now go before I burst into tears."

Water was welling up in my eyes as I turned and walked away. You don't walk away from over twenty years without some sadness. I got in the car and without hesitation, started the engine and drove away. I'd just parked in the college car park when my phone rang. It was Eugenia and I answered immediately.

"Has she gone?"

"Well I guess so, I left her on the platform waiting for the Exeter express. She should be well on her way by now."

"I doubt it. The express doesn't stop at Braunceston Junction, and it doesn't go to Taunton. Are you sure that was the train she was catching."

"Well that's the one she said she was waiting for—oh my god."

"What is it Kevin? What's wrong?"

"I can't talk now Gen. I've got to get back to the station."

I threw the phone down, started the car and with a squeal of tyres left the car park. I'm surprised I didn't get arrested for my driving as I made my way back to the station. I broke the speed limit and ran red lights, anything to get me there quicker. As soon as I reached the entrance I could see I was too late. The forecourt was filled with police cars and an ambulance. I left my car in the forecourt and ran to the entrance. The mesh gates were closed and locked. After some minutes of my rattling the gates and yelling, a police officer came to speak to me.