Me and Hilda sat on the bed and counted the Cialis. Two were missing since the last count.
"That's ten gone and he has not made love to me," I told Hilda turning to look at her.
"Never Mind Miss Janet, we can figure out a way to get him home," Hilda said, replacing the bottle.
"No Hilda, I don't think I can compete with her, she is a much younger woman and very pretty."
"This is not a competition Miss Janet, him married unto you, and so he should behave himself," said Hilda with conviction.
I looked at Hilda with envy. Nothing bothered her. She had long given up men to serve the Lord. She said she did not have to wash the Lord's clothes or cook for him. As long as she said her prayers and attended Church, He was happy and so was she.
"What do you suggest I do?" I asked Hilda.
"Swap out some of the pills for some of your sleeping pills," said Hilda.
"No, we need something permanent. That would only make him well rested."
"I think I have another idea Miss Janet, come with me to the study."
Later that day I dropped an envelope in the mailbox of the pretty young thing. That night Alex came home early. It was not even dark.
"What happen, street lock up?" I asked him, looking for signs of distress. I don't know why I expected him to be upset. He was a master of lies and deceit. He shrugged his shoulders, looked me straight in the eye and asked.
"Did Hilda cook?"
Meanwhile, two streets over the pretty young thing shuddered as she thought of her narrow escape. Spread out on her dining table were copies of Alex's last medical report, his latest Bank statement and a copy of her overdue credit card statement.
"That's ten gone and he has not made love to me," I told Hilda turning to look at her.
"Never Mind Miss Janet, we can figure out a way to get him home," Hilda said, replacing the bottle.
"No Hilda, I don't think I can compete with her, she is a much younger woman and very pretty."
"This is not a competition Miss Janet, him married unto you, and so he should behave himself," said Hilda with conviction.
I looked at Hilda with envy. Nothing bothered her. She had long given up men to serve the Lord. She said she did not have to wash the Lord's clothes or cook for him. As long as she said her prayers and attended Church, He was happy and so was she.
"What do you suggest I do?" I asked Hilda.
"Swap out some of the pills for some of your sleeping pills," said Hilda.
"No, we need something permanent. That would only make him well rested."
"I think I have another idea Miss Janet, come with me to the study."
Later that day I dropped an envelope in the mailbox of the pretty young thing. That night Alex came home early. It was not even dark.
"What happen, street lock up?" I asked him, looking for signs of distress. I don't know why I expected him to be upset. He was a master of lies and deceit. He shrugged his shoulders, looked me straight in the eye and asked.
"Did Hilda cook?"
Meanwhile, two streets over the pretty young thing shuddered as she thought of her narrow escape. Spread out on her dining table were copies of Alex's last medical report, his latest Bank statement and a copy of her overdue credit card statement.