--- I've written a few stories about my "secret" relationship with Peggy,.. it went on for several years. Really great fun. But then I did something stupid,..... I got married. That would have been in 1987. So no more Peggy,.. oh we saw each other quite often,... but we didn't "do" anything.
---The marriage was a disaster,.... lasted three years,... was never happy,.. and I've never written about my first wife. Nothing to write. I really screwed up. Cost me a fortune. I moved to a small beach house not far from where Peggy lived. I was pretty devastated.
---Also, during the period of my ill-fated marriage, Peggy's husband passed away. Lung cancer,.... he wasn't that old. But it made Peggy even richer. She called me one day. (It was a small town,.. everybody knew what everybody else was doing,. my divorce was about as good a secret as the '69 moon landing)
--- Peggy asked me if I would like to come over,.... wanted to know if I would like to "talk" (Women are great at this, aren't they?) How could I refuse? I was there within an hour.
--- Peggy met met at the door and we hugged,..... and though it wasn't in the initial script, we kissed, too. Then she handed me a double scotch, and we headed off to the screened porch.
---She was wearing blue jeans that looked as if they had been spray-painted on her,.... barefoot as usual,... God, she was gorgeous. We sat on the porch with our "first round" of drinks. And we talked,.... she spoke of Ed's passing,... I lamented my costly divorce,... it was very solemn,... but it was also very good scotch. Things lightened up in a little while.
--- Maybe I told one of my stupid jokes,... maybe a really cool yacht passed by,.... I can't remember,.... but suddenly our sadness was put aside and we were having a good time. 'Nother round of drinks, too. And then Peggy stretched out those long legs and put those big luscious Louisiana bare feet in my lap. I nearly died. I fingered one sole, and Peggy giggled. Other sole,... same reaction. She knew perfectly well that her feet were now lying on a state of male arousal,... she smiled at my reactions when she moved her feet.
--- "Why don't you kiss them?" she teased,.... and I immediately complied. It was rapture. Peggy's long, perfectly-pedicured toes were like manna from heaven. After a minute or two of licking her toes, Peggy asked me if I would like to stay for dinner. Not a tough call. We threw together some sort of dinner,... went back to playing,... I tickled Peggy's feet as we watched televison,... we drank more scotch and ended up in bed, naturally. It was a good night for both of us. After making love, Peggy said "Why don't you just get to the other end of the bed and kiss my feet some more?" Once again I complied. She was asleep within minutes.
---The next morning, I was up first,.... made us a breakfast of salt fish, sliced tomatoes and toast,... Peggy sat naked in a robe, one bare foot teasing between my legs. We made love again,..... and then I had to go.
---That was the last time I ever saw Peggy. The complications of my divorce,... finances, etc,...got to be too much. I headed back to my home town a few days later,..... never made it back.
---The marriage was a disaster,.... lasted three years,... was never happy,.. and I've never written about my first wife. Nothing to write. I really screwed up. Cost me a fortune. I moved to a small beach house not far from where Peggy lived. I was pretty devastated.
---Also, during the period of my ill-fated marriage, Peggy's husband passed away. Lung cancer,.... he wasn't that old. But it made Peggy even richer. She called me one day. (It was a small town,.. everybody knew what everybody else was doing,. my divorce was about as good a secret as the '69 moon landing)
--- Peggy asked me if I would like to come over,.... wanted to know if I would like to "talk" (Women are great at this, aren't they?) How could I refuse? I was there within an hour.
--- Peggy met met at the door and we hugged,..... and though it wasn't in the initial script, we kissed, too. Then she handed me a double scotch, and we headed off to the screened porch.
---She was wearing blue jeans that looked as if they had been spray-painted on her,.... barefoot as usual,... God, she was gorgeous. We sat on the porch with our "first round" of drinks. And we talked,.... she spoke of Ed's passing,... I lamented my costly divorce,... it was very solemn,... but it was also very good scotch. Things lightened up in a little while.
--- Maybe I told one of my stupid jokes,... maybe a really cool yacht passed by,.... I can't remember,.... but suddenly our sadness was put aside and we were having a good time. 'Nother round of drinks, too. And then Peggy stretched out those long legs and put those big luscious Louisiana bare feet in my lap. I nearly died. I fingered one sole, and Peggy giggled. Other sole,... same reaction. She knew perfectly well that her feet were now lying on a state of male arousal,... she smiled at my reactions when she moved her feet.
--- "Why don't you kiss them?" she teased,.... and I immediately complied. It was rapture. Peggy's long, perfectly-pedicured toes were like manna from heaven. After a minute or two of licking her toes, Peggy asked me if I would like to stay for dinner. Not a tough call. We threw together some sort of dinner,... went back to playing,... I tickled Peggy's feet as we watched televison,... we drank more scotch and ended up in bed, naturally. It was a good night for both of us. After making love, Peggy said "Why don't you just get to the other end of the bed and kiss my feet some more?" Once again I complied. She was asleep within minutes.
---The next morning, I was up first,.... made us a breakfast of salt fish, sliced tomatoes and toast,... Peggy sat naked in a robe, one bare foot teasing between my legs. We made love again,..... and then I had to go.
---That was the last time I ever saw Peggy. The complications of my divorce,... finances, etc,...got to be too much. I headed back to my home town a few days later,..... never made it back.
