I couldn't find you...

The phone rang it was him. I couldn't find you on Facebook. Is he home? No he is at work I can speak . Will you be alone tomorrow morning? Around 8:39 o'clock? Can I see you?

Yes you can see me . I couldn't wait to see him it has been so long.

I could hardly sleep that night. He arrived late a little after 9 o'clock. His last delivery held him up.

I can't stay long he said. The salesman is right behind me. I asked if he would stop if he saw his truck here. Yes he would stop if you saw his truck here. I took him in my arms and held him at least I have this. And he embraced me close. Kissed me deeply and passionately .
Your hair is getting so long.
You asked me not to cut it I said.
He shook his head held me close and kissed my hair.
You look good with long hair I like it.
I must taste you he said.
We locked the doors I did not want to get caught.
He kissed me again.
I sank to my knees  took him in my mouth.
Sweet taste and the way he responded to me.

We ended up in my bedroom. In the short time that we were able to be together he knew how to touch me. He whispered I could do this every night for the rest life.
I love his words even though I knew they were just for this moment.
As always afterward we sat by the fire and talk just mundane everyday things. It does not feel like it is just physical.
The days pass and there is no conversation no texting no email. There are no birthday presents no meals together no flowers. There are just these moments that we have every several months.
He is such a light to my weary soul. At times I want something more. But this is what it is, and it's  better than  nothing  at all.

The phone rang. I heard his voice on the other end of the line I will be coming tomorrow with your delivery I am running late. That will be fine I said. He said he just didn't want to make anyone angry at him. I said he could never make me angry. I heard him sigh, then he said do you want to hook up. Is he at home can you talk? He's outside I can talk for a little bit. I want you and I missed you it's been so long. I told him I have missed him too.
It had  been months since I held him last.
The next day the truck arrived and he brought in that our order. the husband talked for awhile to him as I made myself busy in the kitchen. Always good just to hear him move. He came  around the corner and I was standing there .  Hello. soft and sweet as though his soul were speaking to mine.  He placed the order in the storage room. I could feel him shutter as he walked through the room that we had many times made love in. As he turned and passed me he said how's it been trouble? Have you been in trouble lately? No I said unfortunately I have been very good. We laughed. How about you? have you been in trouble lately? He looked down towards the floor. Yes I know he has others .
The husband was home so there were only glances when we knew that he could not see us. He was paid, but his receipt did not print out for us. He said it was funny because it is just work at his last delivery. My husband said it's the ghost. Ghost? Yes it's the ghost she sometimes interferes with things here. We talked about haunted places in Anchorage one in particular that he would like to stay. But he could not find a friend who would stay with him. He asked what it was like to live with a ghost and we told him a few stories. He asked if it was creepy. No not so much. It's something you get used to. We said our goodbyes and he was on his way. It would be 2 weeks before I saw him again.

In the mean time. ...

The truck driver made his usual  rounds, albeit the husband  is home from work due to  massive  layoffs  on the north slope. 

The truck driver came in  chatted with us both. Whew, I thought this will be easy, what our future  from now on will be.

As he brought the delivery in I walked to the kitchen to contin cooking. He followed me in as the conversation with the  husband continued .  He watched as the  husband turned away, he grabbed  his cock, and mouthed " I need you so bad"

I nearly  fainted. 

Then  as he  talked to the  husband  though  the pass through . He then proceeded to make his way to the walk-in.

"You have a pink mixer?"
You never noticed,  as I mashed the potatoes he asked  why I didn't  have  a masher.  I walked to a self and pulled my antique  one from it's  crock.  Does your's have a green handle?  When he looked my way, I licked it sensually.  He laughed. 
When he was done collecting the  check,  receipt,  and went to the door,  I softly said thank you, as I did every time we made love.
His knees buckled, he sighed audibly, he tremmered, as he pushed the door open to leave.....

Maybe it's  not over yet.

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The article cane out this month

It was good to  have it all behind me.
It was well received, but not acknowledged  by anyone  from the board. 

Dicks