Old Man and Lonely Young Wife_(1)

My neighborhood is composed mostly that of people who work, so I don’t know many of the people. One day while I was doing my daily walk I saw a new family moving in a few blocks from my house. I stopped to chat and welcome them to the area.

The husband was a tall lanky fellow, about 6’2” tall with brown hair and brown eyes and weighing probably 170 pounds soaking wet. He was an average looking fellow, with thick eyeglasses. He introduced himself as Dwayne. With him was a young girl of about three years of age named Frieda. A cute little thing, also brown hair and eyes. As we were talking, a very pregnant young woman came out with a telephone, telling him it for him. He introduced her as his wife Amanda. She was very quiet, did say the baby was due in two weeks and this was not the ideal time to move. Amanda was about 5’4” tall, and probably minus the baby would weigh 125 pounds. She was cute in folksy sort of way, and had a nice smile and good teeth. We talked a few minutes and I told them where I lived and that if they needed anything to give me a call. I was always available.

I stopped by their house the next few days, taking some food that I had prepared. It seemed to be appreciated. Dwayne asked about my wife, and I explained that I was a bachelor. I think that since I was a good cook, they thought I was gay.

They baby arrived on time and Dwayne’s parents (Halford and Helga) arrived to help out. He had to leave for a teaching/research assignment overseas for the whole summer and semester. The parents planned to stay for two weeks until Amana could recover from the childbirth.

Dwayne, his dad, and I were cooking out in the backyard the day before Dwayne was to leave when Dwyane’s dad asked about my sex life. He wanted to know if I had a “partner.” I smiled and told him I was not gay, but that at my age the horse could not get out of the barn any more. He smiled and said he knew the feeling. Dwayne did not know what that meant, and his dad said, “he can’t get a hardon anymore.” Dwayne, “oh, that’s too bad.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amana and her mother-in-law listening to our conversation.

I would visit once or twice a week to talk mostly with Hal. Amana for the most part kept to herself and took are of the baby. The in-laws stayed with Amana for a month, then left. I would stop by and visit a few minutes each day to see if Amanda needed anything.