African wildlife was all around us, a bachelor herd of impala, a bull with a harem of females, a small group of waterbuck, vervet monkeys up in a big ...apple-ring acacia tree, a small troop of baboons foraging for grubs among the fallen leaves of a sausage tree. A little troupe of banded mongoose came to check us out, and then went on their way foraging among the bushes.In the distance a herd of about thirty elephants led by an old grandmother matriarch were trying to reach the leaves of the. It was difficult sometimes though, because at the time I was only 49 and not ready to call it quits, sexually.Anyway, to make a long story short, my wife of 30 years passed away and I was left alone to fend for myself. Over the years my wife and I hadn't gone out of our way to make new friends or to maintain friendships from our youth so by the time my wife died I had no one I could call close. Only business acquaintances.I was never really a lady's man and once my wife was gone I just seemed. Quickly, his struggles grew weaker. She kept on drawing air into her lungs. His eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of his head. His complexion was now a bluish white, and his arms hung redundantly by his sides. Lyda heard a muffled squelching sound and tasted bl**d in her mouth. Instantly, the man’s eyes became dull. She stopped inhaling, taking her lips off of his and bringing the kiss to an end before removed her hands from her victim. His body seemed to fold up on itself as it became a. He puts his head on her chest, and his hand on hisbelly. She puts her arm, her strong arm, accross his back, reachinghis flat abdomen."Sweet dreams, David." Sweet dreams," he answered, finally smiling.- - - - -The next morning, Jane is the first to wake up."Oh, that's what they call the morning wood, then," she says, wakingDavid up."What? What time is it? What's happening?"Jane is smiling. She looks down to David's sweet face. He looks likeher, but something is different: it's about his.