My Special Friend

After my husband divorced me, I (50) was lonely and felt unwanted. I'd gotten a good payout with alimony, and our children were looked after also. Now free as a bird, as they say, I had no plans, as my life was shattered. Then I met David, 53, single, never married or in a relationship. He kept to himself mostly, a reliable person in our community. Always willing to assist others and refused any payment. He would walk his dog and never attend any social gathering. I was told he was ex-military and had seen too much. Not mentioned more than that, so I respected his privacy. I visited his home with a neighbor of mine; she had baked him a cake. Was to fail to go by herself, unassisted. I saw no military memorabilia anywhere on show. But if you wanted to forget, you wouldn't want reminders around. We talked a little while, and then we left. A few days later, I was jogging along the headland path, stepped in a hole, and slightly twisted my ankle. I was lucky that David and his dog came along. He helped me to a bench and then checked my ankle. He had a pouch on his belt, a small first-aid kit he always carried. Bandaged my ankle; while doing that, he got aroused. I was in a tight-fitting outfit that left little to the imagination. I noticed the bulge in his pants and told him I would take care of his swelling. He helped me to his home, which was much closer than mine. There we became lovers; no dating followed, just regular sex. Which suited us both perfectly. A simple code word is used by me mostly, but he has used it for when sex is wanted. I am a very Satisfied Friend.