Last Chance….Chapter 3
This is not a stroke story. It’s an emotionally painful romance. The only sex that approaches explicit is phone sex. Chapter 3: The second Tuesday Photos arrive: Tuesday morning I called my shrink and made my lie into the truth. He never had done much more than make me feel a little better for a while anyway. Then all my clocks stopped as I tried to forget that I was waiting for the mail. It wasn’t going to be pretty if I had to wait another day. There aren’t many things worse than waiting for something that you’re scared to death of. I couldn’t stop thinking that Hope might be my last chance. It was about two hours before my mail was due when the phone rang. The first thing she said was, “You look …