Two Lovers. A Lifetime.

“Hey, here's a question I've always wanted to ask. Because of your prostate, does it feel good when you poo?”

They were cuddling in bed. Gently stroking each others skin, fresh and glowing after making love.

“What?” He exclaimed.

“Well, you know,” She was running her hand down all the way to his buttocks. “Because of your prostate!” And she slapped his buttocks, and giggled.

“Um, well...it depends, but, uh, yeah, sometimes.” They both laughed and kissed.

“Wait, so, when...” He was uncomfortable, asking what he wanted to ask.

“Yeah? Spit it out.”

“Well, so it doesn't feel good for you then?”

“When I what?” She blinked her eyes at him, over playing the innocent. Forcing him to say it.

“When you, you know.”

“No, no I don't”

“Oh god dammit. Really? Really?” He poked her side and she squirmed.

“Yes! Ha! Ha! Yes really!”

“It doesn't feel good when you poo?” He was viciously tickling her now with both hands

She screamed out:

“Nope! It just kind of plops out!”

And they laughed and tickled. It was the best night of their lives. And if they weren't in love before. They were now.

Which was fairly inconvenient, since they were both with other people. Married, with children. To other people.

The things that people have to go through in order to allow themselves happiness, too often is it at the expense of others. They couldn’t really fault themselves for their actions too harshly though, both would later admit to each other that they had never truly loved their spouses. They just didn't know that until they met.

A couple of nights later when they met up again. They had to have a serious talk, something that they weren't good at. First they had to make love. And make each other laugh for a couple of hours. Finally, she broke into it.

“So fuck face, what do you want to do?”

“Never leave this room.”

“Yeah, but when you do, where you going to go?”

“Ugh, really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Where do you want me to go.”

“I want you to stay with me.”

“Then I will stay.”

“Will you?”

“Yes.”

“For how long.”

“For forever.”

“Forever.”

And they never went home again. They were glad that they're children had already grown up. It made the divorces simple. Well, they just gave all they had to thier ex-spouses and with what little they had left over, they spent it on plane tickets to travel around the world.

No one understood. No one supported them. The now adult children still hated them for it. They were slandered and destroyed in their own lives.

They hardly noticed.

They lived a great adventure together, and they saw all that the world had to offer, they weren't rich for the time that they had together, not financially anyways. They never noticed that either. They were surprised if they had friends that mentioned finances. It confused them, the troubles of day to day life had ceased to exist. They only had each other, and they only needed each other.

Until the end. When she got sick. And forgot who she was, and he couldn't afford any of the bills, and couldn't take care of her.

It was hard to find good work for an eighty year old man. Most jobs either involve too much mind, or too much physical activity. Eventually he got hired on at a pharmacy. Mostly out of pity, from a good man who know his situation.

His routine became about being with his love, taking care of her each and every day. He would lie next to her in her home, against the rules, but those didn't apply to him. He would work for eight hours, and use it to pay off all the bills. He had stopped eating regularly and lost too much weight.

He was slow at his job but the community put up with it because he was so sweet, and so devoted. Everyone liked him, even though he usually filled the wrong prescriptions wrong. He was always supervised and he always tried.

Whenever someone asked him why they didn't prepare for this, he would say:

“Because it happens anyway.”

Eventually, he was forced to get a place of his own, he was no longer aloud to stay every night with her. So he got a dog, or, more like a dog got him. It was a mutt that wandered the streets, always looking for food, always happy, even though it had no master. One day the mutt just followed him home. After that day he was never seen without the dog. He loved to bring the mutt in with him to the home, since dogs weren't aloud, and he loved to break their rules.

He was late each month on all his payments. He had maxed out all credit that he could, and despite the job at the pharmacy, he had nothing to his name other than debt. Yet everyday, whenever someone saw him, he was smiling, and would tell them of an adventure him and his love had had. Or the conversation that made them fall in love.

One night, in the cheap and shabby home in which she had to be cared for, she came back for a moment.

“You stayed.” she said.

“I stayed.”

“Well, nimrod, good. You said forever.”

“And I meant it. So don't be such a jerk about it.”

“Only a little longer love. Then you can go gallivanting again.”

“I'm gallivanting right now, love. Right now.”

“I wish I'd met you sooner.”

“Maybe next time.”

Then there was an old man lying next to an old woman. And she died, and he lived. Then there was an old man with a mutt. He never smiled again, for as long as he lived.