In Her Memory Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank.In Her Memory Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so that he can be _free_ of her, somehow certain she simply ran off one afternoon, took the cat and fled her dreary existence with him and his _job_ and his _mortgage_ and _car payments_ and receding hairline and all the other trappings of adulthood, of responsibility. And he wanders over the memories of the body that had lain next to him all those years, the smooth firm flesh that had been his privileged pleasure, the curve of her slender soft ass, how well their two bodies fitted together after all the years of adjustment, of fine tuning to each other's needs, recalling the soft warm feel of her interior as he had nestled inside of her... His cock hardens in memoriam, and it cannot help but remind him of the soft younger version of _Her_ sleeping in the upstairs bedroom with the smaller one that _She_ had always said looked a lot like him, if he'd been a girl of course. He curses the day she left them and he curses her memory as his feet pad softly up the carpeted stairs into the room where the two girl children lie sleeping in their white painted beds, the room overflowing with ruffles and lace and... girl things, _Her_ legacy. His dancing penis draws him toward the long-haired one as it seems increasingly wont to do as _Her_ memory fades in deference to the reality of the beautiful young thing, here, in the present, with the soft pink lips and wide dark eyes and long brown hair and slender, strong, firm legs, beautiful plump nipples swelling with the first indications of childhood's end. |