Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 18

Life is a simple game; we just need to know how to play it.

Kevin is a decent young man. If I was younger, I would not miss up on an opportunity to build a future with him. He is a good listener, he is patient, kind and he seems to be understanding. Among all this, he has a great body structure and good hygiene.

We were two souls, perfect for each other, and yet it didnt seem right. The age difference is a big factor.

People would stereotype me by saying my husband left me for a younger lady so I hopped on the first young cock I could find. They would say Paul cheated because I was barren, they would say Kevin was wasting his youthfulness on an old fowl like me.

Some would say, Leggo the young bwoy make him go find his age

Others would say, After yuh cant give him no pickney! U couldnt even give your husband.

Any chance Kevin and I had of being a public couple would be washed away by the mouths of the people that know us. Even the ones who werent familiar with us would stick their noses in our busy.

Yuh business with dutty people? Mary shouted. Her mouth curled to the side to display annoyance.

People will never stop chat me, dear

Yuh must learn to ignore the noise and live with that

Yuh wah happy nuh true?

I nodded and looked up at her like a hurt child being encouraged.

Ahht yuh!

Time fi happy now me friend.

Chin up! she patted her hands on my thigh before getting up from the stool.

Mary walked towards her outside kitchen. When she was out of sight, I closed my eyes to block the

tears from coming. Lately, I have become a real cry baby, its like a dam in my body was broken or overfilled.

I looked up at the sky. It was a bright sunny day. The sunlight burned my face, and I closed my eyes tightly. I couldnt help being not just nostalgic but wistful as I reminisce about the past. days when Mary, Daisy, and I use to run down to the river to bathe. We would then run home with our bodies sun-kissed from playing in the sun and water all day. I missed those days. Gone are those days when life was easier.

We all wanted to marry rich guys and travel a lot. I was the only one who got married to a wealthy

man. Back then we associated being wealthy with being happy; we thought once we had the wealth then automatically the happiness would follow. Oh, how we thought wrong. I got to experience the wealth, but I struggled for years to find happiness. I watched my friends with their poor husbands experiencing joy that I could only dream of.

I watched Mary and her husband sharing laughter from the core of their bellies. Paul and I did not have that bond. I bonded with a wine glass and a dildo more than I bond with my own husband of 30 years.