Though I’m still on the road, I managed to submit the last chapters for posting. So, the handful of you reading along will have the final pieces of the puzzle. It’s cliché I know, but it was the best of times, it was the worst of times as I wrote this story. As much as I love my wife, it really dredged up some old feelings.
As a result, we’ve had several long talks about this and her upcoming account. The bottom line is this was a real challenge with my busy schedule and writing is obviously not my forte. I think both the scores and low readership can attest to that. Besides, writing is a hell of a lot of work and takes up time neither of us really have. My hat’s off to the guys and gals who do this for a living.
This was our last story. I mean, after this, we did all the normal dating things. Watched movies, went out to dinners, ate a lot of pizzas in bed, on the balcony, on picnic tables, and everywhere. We like pizza, though carbs kill. And after all that, she still said “yes.” And I still love her more than—anything. On the business side, I kept on doing what I’m still doing. Nothing magical there.
Anyway, while we may finish her “getting into the business” account one day and scribble out a few more besides, we shall keep them to ourselves. We understand the context. And I’m clearly not nearly as effective in providing that to readers. Oh, well. Our romance lives on. We wish all of you readers, the tens of you, the very best.
Mike Charlie, Tommy, Out.