The Donor

Chapter 6

To TravelEdie remains reticent concerning the details of my sabbatical and therapy. I am home, at first lounging about. Then Edie begins assigning tasks, explaining that since she is now the household breadwinner I will need to step to the plate with regard to laundry, cooking and cleaning. Of course there is yard work as well and with time on my hands Edie wants the place really neat.

No paycheck, sick pay goes to Edie’s account and I must assume by design my funds become depleted. Which means no money for Scotch or other alcohol. And though I don’t know much about her inheritance I must conclude it is of size as she does not skimp on anything else.

It is only I who is impoverished. And with the paucity of funds I begin to dry out, as intended.

Days pass and Edie’s baby making plan seems to be on hold. I conclude it’s the ovulation thing, the timing not right. And she keeps me chaste, humorously suggesting she wants my balls juicy and fully loaded.

One evening she calls me into the bathroom. She announces she wants me shaved. And I concur, thinking that a guy is more apt to be the recipient of a blow job when things are a little more tidy down there. But as the hair removal progressed, Edie went well beyond my pubes, keeping the procedure airy and light, giggling away as my legs chest and back were made glabrous.

Then it came time. Sudden, without notice, upon arriving home from a brief trip to the store for sun tan lotion, I found a cab wanting in front of our house, Edie exiting and locking the front door and carrying a very light over the shoulder bag.

“Therapy time, Mort. Get in the cab. No discussion.”

“I’ll need to pack... and change. I’m in my work clothes,” having earlier cut the lawn.

“You won’t need anything. But do bring the sun tan lotion.”

So began my sojourn. To where? There was only one way I was to learn.