Glenda Jefferies was in a funk that had lasted over two years. It had been just about that long ago that her husband of thirty five years passed away suddenly do to a massive heart attack, and wow at a still young fifty six, Glenda had lost all her zest for life, and was just going through the motions. Her sex life was nil, and since she hadn’t had a date of any kind, there was little chance of any male attention. Her only sexual release was from the middle finger on her left hand, so every week or so the tension in her vagina would become so urgent, that she would frig her clitoris to a massive if not totally fulfilling orgasm. There were a lot of eligible men that would be proud to be seen with Glenda on his arm, but she had just about shut out the entire world, and as the days passed her restlessness grew. One morning while sharing a cup of coffee with her neighbor Sharon, the subject of travel and vacations came up. “Well, I think you should go,” said an exasperated Sharon, “you’ve hardly left this house in two years, Glenda, and that isn’t healthy, and you know it!!!” What Sharon was griping about, was a chance for Glenda to take a drive from her home in Detroit to her 40th high school reunion in New Orleans. As Glenda cleaned up the dishes, she promised Sharon that she would think about going, but that she wasn’t going to commit to anything just yet. As she was opening the back door to leave, Sharon looked back over her shoulder and in a serious voice said, “It’s time you got over losing Donny, hon, it’s been two years now, you’ve gotta move on!!!”

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