White Winged Dove

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He was racing to save his dove.

“Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she's singing
Ooo, ooo, ooo”

That was the song.  It was blaring on the radio.  Stevie Nicks, Edge of Seventeen.  It went well with the roaring of the cars engine as I sped down the highway.  Sped.  I was doing one-thirty-five.  That’s miles per hour.  One hundred thirty five miles per hour.  I was in a hurry.  She had called.  Someone was in the house with her.  I had called the police, but I was closer than any county deputy.  She had sounded frantic.  She locked herself in the bedroom when she heard voices down in the kitchen.

My turn was coming up. I slowed.  Not enough, but the skid wasn’t that bad. I recovered nicely.  Two more miles.  The car roared into the night.  I was lucky the roads were smooth.  Railroad tracks loomed in the distance. I slowed again.  Ninety-five.  I was air born.  The car hit hard on the other side.  I pressed the accelerator.  One twenty.  I could see smoke pouring out of the back of the car.  Come on girl you can do it.  Please.  One mile.  I could see the outside lights of our house.  Come on baby. Just a little farther.

Susan's Secret

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She had a secret and one night he found out what it was.  Then she found out his secret.

My wife.  She could be so exasperating sometimes.  Not that I don’t love her dearly. She just doesn’t get it sometimes. I try hard to make her happy. I really do.  For the first fifteen years of our marriage, she seemed happy, ecstatic even.  She was my angel when we were out, my whore in bed.  She was borderline insatiable.  When we first met and started having sex, I ate like a pig. I must have consumed eight thousand calories a day, just to keep my weight up.  That first week we were married, I lost twenty pounds.  I ate lots of protein and lots of fat, to keep my weight up.

Over the years she’s cooled off, but I still had to eat more than would be normal for a man of my stature to keep my weight up.  I was also in the best shape, better than anyone else in our group of friends.  When they asked how I did it, I shrugged my shoulders and pointed at Susan as I rolled my eyes up into my head.  They all laughed and said they wished they had my problems.  They didn’t really. I noticed that over the years my buddies had slowed down and I bet they had slowed down in the sack too.