Let us say—not “Since we know, we love,”
But rather “Since we love, we know enough.”
Sudden harrowing, quivering, throbbing, stabbing, gnawing, excruciating ass, thigh, and leg pain Edward experiences for the first time. Hearing extreme distress in her father's voice on the phone, Sarah rushes him to the nearest emergency room, and begs the receptionist for help. Edward is a fifty-nine years old ex-marine, an ex-land-owner, and physically in top shape. He possesses the sin of pride and the gift of beauty; he is exceptionally handsome and likeable. Lo and behold, in the less than five minutes, a nurse opens the door, calls Edward's name, and the lucky patient is in. In an hour, Edward gets a shot of morphine and five minutes later, a second reading of his blood pressure shows a substantial drop.
Finally, the Attending physician makes a recommendation for physical therapy and writes a prescription for Tylenol. Sarah informs the doctor that she has never seen her father in such agonizing pain, and pleads for a stronger painkiller enough to last until the underlying cause passes. The Attending responds, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you know how many old people like your father come here every day with bullshit stories trying to score drugs?" Sarah sees that terrifyingly angry look in her father's eyes and immediately, in an attempt to save the doctor's life, she takes a few quick steps towards her father, hugs him with both arms and whispers, "Dad! Dad, Look at me! It's OK Dad, we are leaving now!"
Watching the entire scene is the sixty-two years old Dr. Susan A. Stein, a renowned private practice physician checking on a patient of hers across the hall. Susan does not know why, but she cannot stop staring at Edward even if she tries. For, suddenly she feels different. She feels those wonderful old erotic thrills tickling her body again and ecstasy comes to mind. She bites the lure, she’s happily sure: Let love endure, and come what may. Susan stops Edward and his daughter, expresses how sorry she is, hands her card out and offers her professional services if they would like to follow her to her clinic. With grateful eyes, Edward and Sarah accept, and Susan leaves praying, "Thank you, Lord, he's not wearing a wedding band, but when he opens his mouth, please, Lord, let him fuck-up not!"
Few dates later, Susan and Edward fall in love. For the first time in his life, Edward finds what he wants; he's alive. Susan is all female, a heavenly estrogen portrait, a marvel of nature, a pleasant spirit with a unique commanding coyness. When Susan talks, a choir of angels sings, when she walks, the rhythm is divine, and Edward hears Steve Gadd on the drums. Even though Edward is versed in the female ass-classification, Susan's is of the rare BAM (Bubble-Apple-Melon) variety, a wonder he has never seen, the most beautiful ass terrene. Leaving for work after their honeymoon, Susan kisses her husband tenderly and says, "Love of my life, remember now, if you don't want your ass to hurt again, never put your wallet in your back pocket!"
Happy HolidaysThoth © 2011