Amazing!’ She swayed her red and black clad hips to an imaginary slow blues tune and challenged me. ‘Well, fella, you want some of this? D’ya wa...nt some action?’ She had me the moment she appeared in that fancy black and red R-rated outfit. Even though the alcohol was playing havoc with my sex drive, I had been pretty tired from the week’s preparation for Monday’s presentation at the office and, in truth, I was thinking about little except getting to bed. My wife’s advances had now changed a. A touch of eye shadow with a few sparkles gave her eyes a pixyish look. Long shiny brown hair framed her face. Glossy red lipstick, a touch of blush, and a blue dog collar necklace with a small fake-ruby broach; all of that hit me as I looked up, seeing her for the first time.My problem began because the little blue dress she was wearing. I’m guessing it was new. I’d certainly never seen it before, I would have remembered. From my vantage point several steps below her, what greeted my eyes was. Mom was sitting in the corner, shaking her head at me.I gave the doctor a big grin. “I thought you might need to play with my pussy.”“Oh, boy,” Dr. Wilson said. “She's a handful, isn't she?”“You have no idea,” my brother said, a grin on his face, his blue eyes staring at the doctor.“You love it,” I said, winking at him. I turned back to my OB/GYN. “It makes him so hard, doctor.”Dr. Wilson shook her head. She shifted around, breasts stretching her dress. It looked like a nursing dress, the type. The chemo is so hard on the body, but we got him into remission, and while we were waiting for the bone marrow transplant, he relapsed, and that was the beginning of the end. More chemo, and he continued to endure that, until he said he couldn't take any more. I pleaded with him, to keep trying, but I knew then that it was useless. I took him home, and nursed him at home. I held him in my arms, weeping when he died. His last words, were I love you." That was very hard for you, I can tell,".