Dear Nick:

Aunt Mavis's funeral and the burial Wednesday went well. I saw many

of the family I hadn't seen for a while.

Wednesday afternoon we went to Mavis's attorney's office where he

read her will. I don't understand why, but it turns out that she left me

the bulk of her estate, which includes her modest home and a generous

annuity account which my late uncle Ralph set up years ago, before he

passed away.

But there's bad news as well. Mama is beginning to show some pretty

strong symptoms of Alzheimer's. Aunt Lucy was the first to notice it,

and she alerted me to it when she picked me up at the airport on Monday.

Mama's doctor confirmed it for us, albeit hesitantly, as he had promised

Mama that he wouldn't tell.

I won't be coming home on Tuesday. I have decided to move in to

Mavis's house, which is a stone's throw from Mama's. There, I'll be at

hand to take care of her as needed.

Nick, since I started treatment for my condition, I know I haven't

been much of a wife to you. Our sexual relationship has been

non-existent, and it's not your fault, nor is it mine. This cursed

syndrome is to blame.

You have been generous and patient with me and God knows how much I

appreciate it. But He also knows it would be selfish of me to keep you

hanging in suspense when there really is no hope for any improvement.

You still have many vital years to live, and it would be a shame for me

to make you stay with a virtual invalid such as myself, especially when

I can have a more useful and purposeful life here, where my roots are.

True, from all outward aspects, with medication, I lead a near-normal

life, but you and I both know the important missing aspects to our lives.

I have decided to let you go and seek a new life, in hopes that

you'll have a happier and fuller life than this which fate has saddled

you with these last two years. I have retained Mavis's lawyer to take

care of the legal work, so you should be hearing from him soon. As to a

settlement, all I would like to have is my jewelry and my clothes, plus

a few small items of sentimental value. A list thereof is enclosed. I

have no need for anything else that I can't acquire here.

Nick, I know your first impulse will be to argue with me about this.

Please don't. Think about it, and you will know that this move really is

the best for the both of us.

I wish you all the happiness you deserve. Thank you for being there

for me.

Please be happy.

Love,

(Signed) Marcie.

A pang of guilt came to me as I read and re-read Marcie's letter, which

had been waiting for me when I got home that Sunday evening. But at the

same time a feeling of relief overcame me when I realized that I was

free once again to pursue a new life. I couldn't wait to tell Lolita

about this new twist of fate. I ran the hand-written letter through my

scanner and e-mailed it as a graphic file for her to read. Then I called

her and suggested she check her mail. Not ten minutes later, she called

me back.

"Hello..."

"I can't believe you're not on your way over here." She said.

"I'm packing another change of clothes." I replied. "I'll be on the road

in a couple minutes."

"OK." she said. "Um... I'm going out for a few minutes. If I'm not home

when you get here, the back door will be open. Make yourself at home."

"OK." I said. "See you in a while."

It took me about fifteen minutes to make the twelve mile drive through

traffic. I was surprised I hadn't been pulled over by some irate cop,

but luck was with me. When I got to Lolita's I saw through her garage

window that her car wasn't there, so I proceeded to go in to the house,

as instructed, by the garden door. I changed into my trunks and went

back out to the pool, leaving my tote in the living room.

I was relaxing in the hot tub when Lolita came out, carrying an ice

bucket with a magnum of Veuve Cliquot, and two champagne flutes. She

wore a towel, which she dropped before joining me in the tub.

Her sculpted body continued to awe me as she stepped into the hot water.

She had worn nothing under the towel.

"You're over-dressed, Sir," she said, snapping the waistband of my

trunks, a twinkle in her eye. "Please undress for the occasion."

I said nothing, but reached for her and took her into my arms and kissed

her gently, probingly, slowly running my hands up and down her back,

from her shoulders, as far down as the backs of her thighs.

Lolita pressed her body against mine and moaned passionately. I could

feel the hardness of her nipples against me, as my member began

engorging...

She pushed me away, her face in a blush. "Would you do the honors, Sir?"

she gestured towards the chilling Champagne. "I had to search three

liquor stores before I found that bottle."

I uncorked the magnum and poured us each a portion of bubbly.

Lolita raised her glass to me. "A new life!"

"A new life." I echoed. We drank.

Then we relaxed in the tub, kissing, gazing into one another's eyes. No

words were exchanged. As we soaked, gently touching, nibbling, probing

one another, the sun peeked from the horizon. It was Monday morning, and

neither of us had slept.

We got out of the tub, dried each other off, and went into the house. I

looked at my organizer.

"My first appointment is at two this afternoon." I remarked. "We have

plenty of time for me to call and cancel it."

"I don't have to be in until midnight."

Lolita took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Once we were

there, she asked:

"How about a bagful to celebrate?"

"Sounds wonderful!" I replied.

Lolita proceeded to fill her largest bag with her peppermint solution.

She then rigged the hose with a y-connector and two nozzles. As she

showed me the arrangement, she said: "One bag full coming up. We share

and share alike." She continued: "Will you do the honors one more time,

sir?" And she handed me a nozzle.

I lubricated my finger as Lolita got on the bed, on all fours. She gazed

past her shoulder at me with a lustful expression, to which I reacted by

involuntarily twitching my penis. I gently parted her cheeks and began

by giving my lover a kiss on her rosy back door. As my tongue probed,

she sighed and moaned her pleasure. Then I massaged her rosebud briefly,

until she sighed once more, pushing her rear towards my finger, almost

sucking it inside her. My lubricating strokes were slow and deliberate,

and Lolita twitched her sphincter as she moaned her first orgasm. I

gently removed my finger and proceeded to lubricate the nozzle which was

to go in next. Once again, as I held the nozzle against her orifice, she

moved to it, and took it in with a sigh.

Then she turned and patted the bed beside her, as she rose to do the

honors for me. I assumed the same position she had just left, as she

first lubricated the nozzle, then her finger. But as I had done, Lolita

began by tonguing my anus. The feeling was glorious as I willed my

sphincter to relax, and as I felt her tongue penetrate me. It was a

feeling unlike any I had ever experienced, and I fought the temptation

to touch my penis, which begged for attention. Then Lolita stopped her

tongue action and inserted her finger easily into me. I groaned with

pleasure as she rubbed the inside of my rectum, now and then

concentrating on my prostate, which must have been swollen to capacity.

But my nurse/lover knew when to stop. In fact, she reached and took my

member and squeezed it to stop an impending orgasm. The nozzle

penetrated me without discomfort.

Lolita and I then laid down, she on her left side and me on my right, we

kissed. Then she reached over and opened the hose clamp. The bag was

elevated just high enough to allow a slow flow into our bowels, as we

lay, kissing, touching, exploring one another. Time stood still for us

as our passion slowly mounted. Our moans and sighs intermingled as the

pressure within us began to be felt. Once more, the tumescence at my

groin begged for relief.....

We both heard the gurgle as the last of the water exited the bag. Lolita

then shifted, straddling my face and taking my member in her mouth,

fellating me in that special manner she knew so well... I was not to be

outdone, and busied my own tongue on her shiny red nubbin which poked

out to me, begging to get its own share of attention. My finger invaded

Lolita's vagina, and I had little trouble finding her G-spot, which I

proceeded to massage gently. Lolita's mouth moved with more and more

urgency around my penis, as I jerked and thrust upward to meet her. At

the same time, Lolita's hips gyrated as she pressed her sex against my

mouth, and...Finally with loud and simultaneous groans, relief came to

both of us, as our lust came to a plateau of pleasure and then a release

of tension.

Both of us were out of breath as we lay there, holding one another

tightly. We showered one another with kisses, as we rested. A pang of

pressure brought me back to the reality that my bowel was full and

needed to void itself.

"Um...I hate to say..." I started before she interrupted: "I know...Me

too" with that, we each pulled the other's nozzle, and we each retired

to separate bathrooms to expel the water which, just minutes before, had

helped each of us give the other so much pleasure.

Lolita and I showered, lazily scrubbing each other, then, after drying

one another off we retired back to the bed where we slept in each

another's arms.