What The Hell Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

What The Hell Ch. 01

... hand on my shoulder and a hand on my back. Instantly I could tell it was Lisa.

The flood of emotions, stress, pressure, strain suddenly poured out all at once. I lowered my head and cried the first tears of my mother's passing.

I murmured, "What the hell ... will I do without her?"

October -Three Months Later

I am guessing that the statistics, if really studied, would show that during the fall season there are just as many accidents and Emergency Room visits as there are in the winter season. I walked into our house happy to have that shift behind me.

I closed the door behind me and saw Carl sitting at the kitchen table eating his dinner. I greeted Carl, walked over and kissed his cheek. I told him I would be right back as I was going to shower and change.

I turned towards our first floor bedroom with the simple thought I would shower, throw on some lounge pants and a top, and then cuddle on the couch with Carl. Twenty minutes later, I emerged from our bedroom walking to the living room.

Carl had set up a dinner plate on the cocktail table with my dinner. I took my seat on the couch. Carl sat down next to me with a glass of wine for him, and then handed me a glass of wine.

I was enjoying the dinner he prepared. It was pasta with a nice white sauce and a tomato and cucumber salad. The national evening news was just finishing. We were going to flip it over and watch some of our favorite mindless shows on that one "cooking channel".

I finished my ...

... dinner and took care of my dishes. I came back and curled into Carl, resting my head on his shoulder. I curled my feet up underneath me, cuddling as close as possible to him.

He asked me those questions that couples usually ask about their day and about the strains and the stressors of working in one of the busiest emergency rooms in the Boston metropolitan area. Most answers were the standard, "I am glad that day is behind me."

I reiterated how I was thrilled to be working 12 hour shifts as I only worked three days a week.

He balked when I told him I did pick up some extra shifts, saving as much money as I could. It was a good plan and things were working out for me financially. My college loans were almost paid off.

I could tell there was something on his mind. We've been together too long for me not to know I lifted my head off of his chest and I looked at him. I curled my finger under his chin and cheek, gently turning his head towards me, and I asked what he was thinking.

He gently smiled, closed his eyes, and shared with me that he was hoping we could make a decision on a new wedding date. His mother had some ideas. She wanted to discuss them with us.

"Discuss with us?" I questioned. I should have said what was really on my mind, but I didn't.

Carl's comment that she has some ideas she would like to discuss with us is truly code for "Here is whatshe wants."

The moments of calmness I had started to enjoy, the strain which was easing away, and the ...