It's 8:30. The day is winding down. My brown little bear comes jumping onto the couch with me as I watch television. "How's my baby? How's my little Chewbacca?" Excited wiggles are followed by furtive attempts to lick my face. "You are daddy's little girl. You know that?" Little bear rolls over to reveal a starkly pink belly. "You want me to rub that bottomless pit?" I vigorously rub Maggie's belly and she wiggles with even more zest. Thus goes our nightly routine of baby talk and socializing. It is as much a part of lives as day turning to night. Maggie finally settles down next to my leg to sleep. Eyes are opened again at my every move. She doesn't want to miss a beat.
I took Rosa to buy groceries and then came on home to warm up a frozen meal in the microwave. Tonight's menu was southern style chicken medallions with scalloped potatoes and glazed carrots. I was aghast at the amount of sodium in that little meal. The phone rang as I was putting my dishes in the dishwasher.
"Thank you," A voice replied. "Thank you for this afternoon."
"I was so nervous," I said. "It had been months."
"I promise you won't have to wait so long until next time."
I smiled and demurely said, "You want to tell me what you are going to do next time?"
"No phone sex," she replied. "I will show you tomorrow."
"See ya in the morning, tiger."
I smiled and hung up the phone. There was a lightness in my step as I sashayed into the den to escape out the porch to smoke. I was so scared I wouldn't be able to perform due to my medications. It just took the right moment in time and the right person to knock the rust off the proverbial plumbing. The last person I had slept with was that ill fated night me and Rosa got drunk and ended up in the bed. I didn't know her well then and panicked thinking I had caught some terrible STD due to her lady-of-the-night past. The tests came back negative and along with it arrived a new lease on life. Good night my dear sweet Rosa. I will see you bright and early in the morning.