A New LIfe with Angelique

My name is Kevin. I’ve known Angelique for almost 30 years, first meeting her at work. I was newly married, Angelique was a new-hire. We worked in different departments, and didn’t know each other that well. She met my wife, Lynn, and they became close friends.

Angelique got married to Doug, and my wife and I became good friends with them. They had two boys. As I got to know Angelique more, I liked her increasingly, becoming both a close friend, and sexually attracted to her.

Angelique is a “girl next door”. Kind of like comparing, on Gilligan’s Island, Mary Ann to Ginger. Ginger was the siren, the sex symbol. Mary Ann was beautiful, but in a wholesome, conservative way. I always found Mary Ann to be the more attractive of the two.

Angelique is blonde, blue eyes, about a C cup. Very, very cute. Very, very kind. Very, very loving and caring.

Angelique goes by “Angel” – “a lot less cumbersome than Angelique”, according to her. I found myself falling in love with her, even though I loved my wife. I never made any advances toward her, hid my feelings, but cherished the friendship we built.

My wife, Lynn, was never in the best of health. Around 2006, Lynn was rushed to the hospital, weak. We found out her kidneys were failing.

Lynn managed kidney disease, with diet and medication, for ten years. In that time, she was evaluated for a transplant, but her health wouldn’t allow for it. In late 2016, the nephrologist told her she would need dialysis. In early 2017, she began dialysis. We learned that, in her condition, dialysis would work for no more than two years.

She didn’t have that much time. In July 2018, just a week past our 28th anniversary, Lynn died. I was devastated. We’d never had children, as her health didn’t allow. Our friendship seemed to evaporate, as our friends became less interested in socializing with us because Lynn’s disease made her too weak to go out. So, Angel and Doug were two of the very few close friends I had.

They were very good to me. They consoled me, remained close friends, and helped me to… accept, for lack of a better term, what had happened.

Tragedy struck in May 2019. Doug was on a business trip in Brazil, taking a helicopter from Brasilia to a smaller town, when the helicopter crashed, killing Dog. Angel was devastated.

Angel has a large network of friends, and those friends helped her immensely. She and I, though, had grown very close over the years, and she turned to me more and more for support. I also became the father figure for her two boys, now in High School and Middle School.

July came, and the first anniversary of Lynn’s death arrived. Just two months after Doug was lost, Angel was still in mourning, but she came to me, supporting me, and comforting me. I comforted her. If anything positive came out of our loosing Lynn and Doug, it was our becoming very close to each other.

We spend more and more time together, with each other, and with the boys. In the Autumn the four of us went to New England for leaf change, and the four of us bonded.