A True Story of a Heart/Soul Death Break….
Episode One – It Begins!
Note: Being English although having been transplanted in the U.S. of A. back in 2001, now replete with my not so green anymore green card and having been issued with my Official Alien Number, my grammar and more especially my spelling does tend to revert to that which I was taught and I’ve lost count of how many words and the spelling of same I’ve added to the MS Spellchecker! Was it one of the early settlers that decided to take the ‘U’ out of many words? Can’t say for certain, but I leave them in!!!! By the way, names have been changed to protect the guilty!!!
I’m sad to report that the following actually happened to me.
It all started back in 2001. A tad over 2 months before that fatal day in New York, inscribed forever as 9/11. The woman for whom I came to the States to marry in 2001 passed away in 2003. We were living in New Rochelle, NY, which I sort of fondly called ‘Nuevos Rochellos’ and after she slipped away, the memories in the apartment we rented became too much to bear. I wanted to make a fresh start and moved to Connecticut where I rented a 2,000 square foot, 1898, Colonial House sitting on 8 acres in Connecticut. The landlords apparently could trace their ancestry back to the original Pilgrim Ship! They had wondered why a single guy would want such a large house. My realtor told that them my being from England, I was more used to Mansions than apartments! Anyhoo, they bought it and I moved in early 2004.
They always held a summer party at their estate and I went to my first one in the summer of 2004, little did I know it would be my last one. A woman sang some karaoke at the party and I was blown away with the power and beauty of her voice and went over to tell her so. We became friends along with her husband who, I had been told, had been a Catholic Priest for 23 years prior to leaving the Church to marry her. They had been married for 10 years. She was 47 at the time and he was 67 and agreed by many to be a ball busting, grumpy, nasty old git! A large man, although now stooped over and only able to walk with a shuffle.
What the hell was this vibrant, attractive woman with the apparent voice of an Angel, doing with this gruff, grossly overweight, overbearing man, with no discernable sense of humour? I thought. It was an impossible question with not a cat in hell’s chance of a believable answer!
Like many in the neighbourhood ‘Angel’ and her husband had never seen the inside of this incredible house and like many, were intensely intrigued as to what the inside looked like and I invited them over for the royal tour. We had a good evening and yet ‘the priest’ never again accepted an invitation to come over ever again.
‘Angel’ and I became close friends and one day she came round for tea, without her husband and confided to me a deep, dark secret that she had never revealed to anyone else before. 5 years into the marriage she had come home to a message on the answerfone. It was a man, about to be married, trying to blackmail ‘the priest’!
‘The priest’ then admitted to her that he had abused 4 boys during his tenure and unbelievably they didn’t divorce, although apparently he had offered one to her, instead, they got a lawyer and made the problem go away! Since then they had both been living under a very dark cloud, ‘the priest’ more like living with The Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, that more of those he abused might try the same thing. They had been living under this cloud for the last 5 years and she had become more and more convinced that she had trapped herself in her mistake with no chance of escape.
She came over often after that, indeed, I was an oftimes visitor to their abode as well. As ‘the priest’ for whatever reason, would never return to my house, ‘Angel’ became a frequent visitor on her own for tea and crumpets and we had many long heart to heart talks about Life, The Universe and Everything!
I admitted I found her incredibly attractive, although as she was a married woman and regarding myself as a true blue English Gentleman, I told her that, at a moments notice, I could, with no problem, bend her over the kitchen table and have my wicked way with her. Naturally, I said this with a tad of humour and a twinkle in my eye and that nothing of that sort would ever happen except at her behest and I meant every word of what I said!
Believe me, it would have been no great sacrifice to have had my wicked way with her, little did I know at this juncture that she wanted to have her wicked way with me! Although this was soon to become incredibly apparent!
One morning, a few days later, having just come out of the bath, I heard the doorbell chime. I was wrapped in a towel and answered the door. It was ‘Angel’ She took me by the hand and led me into the hall leading to the lounge, out of view of anyone ‘passing by’ my blinds were always down to try and conserve heat in this mausoleum as it became and without a by your leave, reached within my towel to grab my manhood, held it in vice-like grip and kissed me with a passion that both shocked and surprised me although, to be fair, I must say also tremendously excited me!
No one had ever come on to me like this before! She left as abruptly as she came and I was left standing there Gobsmacked not knowing quite sure of what to make of what had just happened! I was in a state of somewhat heightened tension all day!
Later that evening, as she was returning from work, she stopped by and proceeded without uttering a word, to lead me, by my hand, upstairs to my bedroom and deftly and provocatively commenced to slowly, erotically, undress me! Before she had completely disrobed me, I stopped her and said words to the effect that if this is absolutely what she wants, I have no objection, in fact, quite the exquisite contrary, save that I must make a vow! ‘A Vow?’ she questioned quizzically. “Yes! A Vow!’ I replied ‘I want you and it is patently apparent that you want me, however, I am free and you are not and until you are and we can be together forever, whatever we else we do, I vow that I will never enter you, nor spill my seed until we are truly together!’
I kept my vow until the bitter end…
Watch This Space for the next True Life installment of my own personal Heart/Soul Death Break…
Episode Two: The Plot Thickens….