Post by TallDrinkofWhiskey on Aug 24, 2023 1:15:44 GMT -8
I bumped into David at the supermarket out of the blue after not seeing him for 25 years. I had worked at a cafe on the base in the late 70s and knew lots of the marines but at that time we were warned against dating them! They had a rough reputation, more than the GIs, but I always remembered D because he seemed sweeter than the rest. And that goofy smile! >swoon<
We exchanged numbers on the spot, and struck up a texting conversation. Immediately it felt like old times, sharing fries and a frappe when I was on my break. Pretty soon he mentioned his family problems, and I told him about my divorce, and one thing led to another and we decided to meet again.
When we got to the restaurant he told me he hadn't told his wife where he was, and then we immediately got up from the table and got a room upstairs, without eating anything. David is a very generous lover.
We saw each other several times those two and a half years, and over the course of our torrid love affair I learned more about his domestic strife. He explained that he and his wife had grown very distant on account of their son - he, David, had wanted to take a firmer hand in discipline, especially when it came to his son's obnoxiousness, but his wife had indulged the boy, treating him like a baby throughout his teens. He even told me his mother still combed his hair! In his teens, have you ever heard such a thing? D told me he was deeply disappointed in his son, and that he was concerned for his future, especially on account of his son's talentlessness and micropenis, and he wondered if his son would ever be able to have a normal career or love life because of those issues respectively. The strain of his son's behavior (apparently he had threatened to shoot up the school on account of a girl) on his marriage had caused D to push for divorce, but Linda wasn't having any of it. And so we pursued our secret love, passionately, disquietedly, longingly. But eventually Linda found out (she found cock rings and a penis pump in David's gym bag), and I moved to Sarasota to take care of my aunt.
I'm still in love with my precious D and though we have lost touch in the intervening years I did leave him a pair of my panties which I hope he still treasures and masturbates with. I know I still think of him. And that beautiful, honest, hardworking, loving man did nothing to deserve an ignominious scourge of a son like Phil. No one does.
I wonder if D remembers what we scratched into the picnic table of that TexMex bar in Hartford?
Davey ♥ Kathy