There
were times, of course, when he did feel ridiculous, playing games at
his age. Sneaking around, using pseudonyms in hotel rooms. For
God’s sake, he was in his fifties, and it did get dangerous. Maybe
it’s another little side effect of the heart attack, he mused, this
craving for the excitement. And certainly Levitra online
prescriptions had helped.

You
recover from a heart attack, sure, they say, but you’re
never quite what you were. And he had wanted to reply: In a
pig’s ear. He was back skiing again. He jogged. Damned if he’d
live less than he ever had. But then he remembered the look in his
wife Jill’s eyes the first time he… well, when he couldn’t do it.
She had stroked his chest and said, “It’s okay.”

But
it wasn’t okay. He had spoken with his doctor, who explained how
Levitra works, and then thought: You can be proud and limp, or you
can admit you got a problem and deal with it. So he had bought
Levitra online.

Now,
months later, their house was back to its usual chaos with Tom
upstairs playing Kanye West too loud in his room, and Karen rushing
down the stairs - not very gracefully and lady-like - to
roll her eyes as he and Jill kissed in the kitchen, his hand stroking
his wife’s short blonde hair.

“Ugh!
Guys, please, get a room.” She snatched the keys to the Subaru
from the cork bulletin board.

For
a second, his mind flashed on a memory. Karen, two and a half years
old, in his arms, in a park in Paris on holiday, her chubby face
smiling in delight as she reached up to green leaves in sunshine and
said, “Treeee!” Now that little girl was reaching
for car keys instead of leaves.

“Going
where, young lady?” asked Jill, voice deadpan with the repressed
note of maternal concern.

“Out,”
sang their daughter coyly.

“To
see Robbie again?” he asked. “Seeing a lot of him lately.”

“Dad,”
whined his daughter. “You guys are always on my case! I just
want to be with him all the time - I like him. You
guys dated when Mom was my age.”

“Your
mother was already in college at your age,” he pointed
out. “I was lucky to marry a woman smarter than me. In college.
Which is where we want you to be soon - but you won’t if you
see more of him than your books. Your older brother, by the way,
dates but he’s still in his residency. He learned discipline with
the same rules in this house.”

Their
daughter groaned, and Jill called out to her to be home by twelve,
then their son Tom was on his way out, too. The house quiet, Jill
leaned in to kiss him, whispering like a mischievous child, “Did
you take them?”

“Oh,
yeah.”

“You
okay? No headache? You’re not congested?”

He
smiled and took her hand, assuring her the side effects of Levitra
were mild. And he was fine, thinking: Funny how your life goes.
What was once spontaneous now has to be planned, scheduled. You
wonder how to find new ways to keep the passion alive.

He
did love his wife.

He
had left her napping afterwards, still looking sexy in her short
slip, when he moseyed downstairs and heard his cell vibrating. The
husky voice said: “I want you. Now. In the park.”

“Look,
my wife is right upstairs,” he whispered, checking to see his
son hadn’t walked back in from the mall. “Plus the park… It’s
a bit out in the open, isn’t it?”

She
wouldn’t take no for an answer, threatening to come to his door and
drag him out. He buttoned up his shirt quickly and made a brisk
walk, the park only four short blocks away, one of the attractions
they first noted when he and Jill bought the house.

“Rose,”
he said.

She
was so brazen, unzipping her jacket, not even a bra underneath, and
thank God there was no one else around. She smiled at him, and he
was delighted with her copper red hair, fingertips coming up to her
mouth in a flirting gesture. How Levitra works was a godsend; he
could already feel himself getting hard again. And there is no
one else around…

Tuesday
night Karen surprised them by staying home on a school night,
apparently things having cooled with the infamous Robbie (thank God).
Something about what Felicity had said, and Robbie had said
something back, and on and on this high school saga went. Tom had
hockey practice that night, and things only got awkward when Karen
started the dishwasher and crossed her arms in that way they must
instruct teenage girls to do when annoyed.

“Are
you and Mum having problems?” she demanded.

He
balked. Karen was always direct. So like her mother. “No,”
he laughed.

“You’re
out an awful lot lately,” she said before stalking off.

And
he would be out again tonight. As he stepped out of the house, a
minor note of concern went through him over the absence of the
Subaru. Jill’s car. And both kids were at home. Then he put the
issue aside and got into his own reliable Beamer and drove.

To
the hotel. He couldn’t help himself. She had contacted him online,
offering no name, just giving the time and place. Because he was no
fool, he had carefully arranged to take one of his Levitra online
prescription pills, and as he opened the door to room 501, he felt
young again. A receding hairline didn’t matter here, nor the bulge
near his waist that refused to go away even with three miles every
morning in his sweatpants and faded Bowie concert T-shirt.

She
was kittenish as she lolled on the bed, playing with a lock of the
black hair that was like a mane down her back. She was wearing black
garters and dressed very slutty. “I’m Natalie,” she said.

“Hi,
Natalie,” he laughed, and he sat down and kissed her, their
tongues coiling in a languorous kiss. “I hope you realize what
a risk I’m taking.”

“Why?”
But she still began unzipping his pants.

“My
daughter asked me a very blunt question,” he explained. “Am
I having problems with my wife?”

“Are
you?” asked Natalie. He undid her bra, and she climbed into his
lap, kissing down his neck. “You’re here, after all.”

He
shrugged and laughed, in a philosophical mood. “I don’t think
my daughter understands something, but she will later. You grow
up, yes, but you don’t give up passion, not if you’re alive.
You can have those butterflies at 15 and at 54. You still feel like a
fool, like an anxious, scatter-brained puppy hanging on to the other
person’s every word, needing to touch them - you know, you can’t be
without them.”

She
kissed him and stroked his forehead, letting her eyelash brush his
cheek, her face very close. “When it’s the right person,”
she whispered. “Am I the right person tonight?”

“Yes,
you are,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. The Levitra
had brought him back, but he knew there was more to passion than
staying power, than the hardening of flesh. The Levitra online
prescriptions helped, but how do you keep the feeling alive?

Maybe
he was being a bit ridiculous, but he wasn’t too old for games.

“Actually,”
he said, kissing her tenderly. “I miss my wife.”

She
paused a moment, took off the black wig and laughed, tossing it onto
the bed. He noticed she had brought others, the red one, a blonde
one… “By the way, I called my son, the doctor—”

“You
love saying that, don’t you?”

“Yes,
I do,” she laughed, nuzzling his neck. “And he’s going to
pop around to the house and stay in his old room tonight. Probably
be good for Karen to talk to him - he always grounds her.”

“You
could have left your car at home, you know,” he said. “I
would have picked you up.”

She
slapped him playfully. “You got to follow the script, big boy!
Anyway, we can have breakfast in bed here tomorrow. I took
the liberty of calling room service. By the way, just how many of
those Levitra tablets did you bring over?”

He
decided it would be more fun to show her the answer.

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