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Max and Rosie Pt. 1

Date: 10/19/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

accept his touch. Instead, he asked, “How does Rosie seem this morning?” “I’ve noticed she’s sleeping a lot more,” Robin said and faced him, her smile disappearing. “She doesn’t seem good. Her appetite is gone. I’m concerned.” He nodded and the longing to kiss her dissipated with the serious tone in Robin’s voice. “I think you’re right. I’ve noticed that too. What are you concerned about?” “She’s lost a lot of weight. I weighed her yesterday and she’s lost twelve pounds in the last two weeks.” Robin put the omelet on the plate and placed it on a tray along with a cup of coffee and a small plate of orange slices. “She leaves half of her food.” “She has to eat.” “I know but this is a sign that she’s getting ready to die. I’ve seen this before.” Looking at Robin, he sighed, closed his eyes and turned away, holding back tears. The thought of not having Rosie in his life was unbearable, and yet he knew she was hardly in his life, that the Rosie of their thirty-six years of marriage was no longer the woman he married. It was like living with a ghost and he was holding on to her spirit, or the spirit he remembered, but now it was like trying to hold fog. She was a specter, and who knew what she was experiencing when she was awake and didn’t recognize him sitting next to her or feel him getting into bed at night. He noticed her confused smile when Robin propped up her pillow and asked, “Can I get you anything?” or, “How are you Rosie?” It was as if she had no idea what Robin was ... saying and could only smile and even that began to fade as the weeks became months, and it took both of them to help Rosie into the bathroom or shower. While they did that, Max would feel Robin’s hands, or her arm against his. He could see her breasts when she bent to help lift Rosie and he wanted to look away but didn’t, and more and more he felt torn between their helping each other take care of his wife and his desire to take Robin in his arms and feel her body pressed against his and embrace her. What’s wrong with me? How can I look at her like this? When they took Rosie back to bed and got her comfortable, he would look at Robin and she would look at him. They would see Rosie looking up at both of them before closing her eyes and knew she had no idea who they were. Max knew he was falling in love with Robin and was certain she had no idea what he was feeling or thinking. Or did she , he wondered. Sometimes he thought he saw her affection for him. He’d see it in her smile and in her gleaming eyes, but it seemed more like she felt affection for a member of a team working together to take care of his dying wife. The thought that she had sexual feelings for him, a married man, old enough to be her father, was too much to believe. At night, in bed, or while they were sitting in the living room after dinner, he would think sexual thoughts about Robin and hate himself for his fantasies of suddenly fucking her over the kitchen table or coming into her room at night while Rosie ...