The Grave Switcheroo

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Authors: Cathy Deveraux
Tags: thriller, Suspense, Romance
an attractive man.”
     
    “As I said before, we had found mutual interest in writing and he’s also good looking and the combination of the wine, blah blah blah ...it just seemed natural and we got very cozy on the couch and soon we were making out.

"Look, maybe we just got carried away, or I let myself get carried away.  But once we were in the bedroom ... man! he was amazing!  He took his time, made sure I was happy, if you know what I mean.”
     
    Cynthia smiled, a naughty smile “Nothing wrong with a man who knows how to make his partner happy … give us more juicy details baby.”
     
    “Well, he does have just enough of you know what, to make it pleasurable without hurting.  His stamina is great .. he can easily last for what seems like an eternity. His knows how to touch, and how to take care of a woman. Well, there I was, getting all that attention that had been missing for years now”
     
    They all looked at Laura as she seems to blush a little, something they hadn't seen in quite some time.  It was good to see her this way, but there was a bit of resignation in her face as well and they wanted to know where that came from, so they let her continue her story.
     
    “Well, I started to go over to his place few times a week.  And many times I noticed that he barely had food in his refrigerator, and he told me that his wife had been the one who paid most bills.  But with her gone, he was working harder to finish and sell his manuscripts.  Now, you now me ... there was this part of me that wanted to help him out, so I did.”
     
    “Over the next few weeks, I paid several of his bills, electricity, food ...even paid for a few other things.  I told him I would only do this until he found a job and could pay his bills. I hate to admit it, but I’m not sure if it was affection I was feeling for him, or just the fact he was good in bed.” 

Laura stopped for a while, letting this soak in, and taking another sip from her wine glass, before continuing
     
    “He said he was also looking for a job and I thought sooner or later he would find one. So, I kept helping him a bit here and there. The understanding was that this was only go on until he finds a job or get some money for his manuscripts
     
    “But this went on and on ... and soon it reached a point where I had to tell him he should not expect me to keep paying his bills all the time. I mean, after all, I wasn't  going to be his wife or the babysitter, or whatever you might call it.  He kept saying that was fine … but kept asking for more money, for this bill or that expense.”
     
    “Another month rolled by and his mortgage was due, his wife’s insurance payoff hadn't come in yet, and he needed almost fifteen hundred dollars.  But I told him I can’t pay that one, figuring this was just a sign of something that shouldn't continue.  There was no plan for him to move in with me, or me with him. We were just two writers sharing stories and a bit of time in the bedroom.  Nothing more, so I really felt no obligation at this point to him. So I told him I can’t pay that
amount.  I tried to be as polite as I could be. I left that night and thought he’d call as usual in a couple of days and we will get together for coffee or food
     
    “But the call never came for the next two weeks. I thought he must be upset about the bill thing, but I also did not want to call him ...I did not want him to make it a condition of our relationship that I'll keep paying his bills
     
    “Then another week passed by and one day when I was feeling particularly lonely, I went back to the cemetery. I talked to my John and told him how much I missed him. You know, the love he and I had, it could never be replaced, and it would be foolish to think that a bit of fun in the bedroom was even close to what he and I had, as soul mates”
     
    “And guess what …. on the way out of the cemetery that evening, I see Garry again. And this time time he’s with another

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