intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Hope, it was such a foreign concept. It had been a long time since she'd had hope. Probably because she'd dealt with a fair amount of sadness. She was a florist and did quite well with the sadder arrangements in life. She understood what people wanted and needed during times of grief. All of which brought her to to this point in her life.
Crying in her car.
It had been a long time since she cried, several years in fact, when her husband died. Prostrate cancer, she wiped away a tear, thinking it was ironic how his death was still causing her to cry. She'd just had dinner with her only daughter, who had been a daddy's girl. His death had increased the distance between them, as he had refused to tell his daughter about his illness.
She wiped away a few more tears and debated between going for ice cream or alcohol once she got home. Then again as there wasn't any ice cream in the house, that decision was easier to make. Of course Melinda could always stop at the grocery store, but she barely felt safe to drive home, much less drive to grocery store.
She pulled over to the side of the road, wiped away the last of her tears. Melinda tried to forget how hateful her daughter had been as she blew her nose and debated who to call.
She had plenty of female friends, but none she could call on at a time like this. She'd been the rock for so many people, friends, family, strangers. It was times like this that she missed her husband, he had been a great father, unlike her own, but he had been emotionally supportive.
Melinda found herself dialing the man she was currently seeing, another thing her daughter had criticized her for. James was younger, a successful doctor of some sort, they didn't really talk much about work. Especially as his work had destroyed his marriage. Oddly enough he managed to hold her interest. After her husband's death, it had taken a while before she dated. Her daughter was in college and eventually she'd socialized again. She felt like Blanche Devereaux but without the sex, she was never without a date when she wanted one. Over the last few months the number of suitors she called on had dwindled down to one. Dr. James.
She almost hung up when he answered. Her voice must have betrayed her, all she said was, "Would you pick up some ice cream?"
Crying in her car.
It had been a long time since she cried, several years in fact, when her husband died. Prostrate cancer, she wiped away a tear, thinking it was ironic how his death was still causing her to cry. She'd just had dinner with her only daughter, who had been a daddy's girl. His death had increased the distance between them, as he had refused to tell his daughter about his illness.
She wiped away a few more tears and debated between going for ice cream or alcohol once she got home. Then again as there wasn't any ice cream in the house, that decision was easier to make. Of course Melinda could always stop at the grocery store, but she barely felt safe to drive home, much less drive to grocery store.
She pulled over to the side of the road, wiped away the last of her tears. Melinda tried to forget how hateful her daughter had been as she blew her nose and debated who to call.
She had plenty of female friends, but none she could call on at a time like this. She'd been the rock for so many people, friends, family, strangers. It was times like this that she missed her husband, he had been a great father, unlike her own, but he had been emotionally supportive.
Melinda found herself dialing the man she was currently seeing, another thing her daughter had criticized her for. James was younger, a successful doctor of some sort, they didn't really talk much about work. Especially as his work had destroyed his marriage. Oddly enough he managed to hold her interest. After her husband's death, it had taken a while before she dated. Her daughter was in college and eventually she'd socialized again. She felt like Blanche Devereaux but without the sex, she was never without a date when she wanted one. Over the last few months the number of suitors she called on had dwindled down to one. Dr. James.
She almost hung up when he answered. Her voice must have betrayed her, all she said was, "Would you pick up some ice cream?"
