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*quot;I Can't Stop Loving You,*quot; Ch. 03

A devoted husband, 68-year-old Walter, an older man, found love again with 39-year-old Susan, a much younger woman after his beloved Mary died.

Continued from Chapter 02:

She wondered about her mystery man again. Maybe with him feeling remorsefully guilty, he was somehow directly or indirectly responsible for Mary's death. Maybe, in a fit of rage, he accidentally killed her and felt so sorry for her death that he was cursed to visit her grave every day. Maybe, because she didn't give him sex, never gave him sex, getting away with murder, he deliberately killed her and hid her murder from the police.

Now, as much as she wondered about him, she wondered about Mary. Maybe she died of cancer, breast cancer, stomach cancer, brain cancer, or lung cancer. Maybe she died in a fall or in a car accident. Maybe she died in a freak accident and was electrocuted by lightning, a tree fell on her, was washed away in a flood, or killed in a fire. Maybe just her time to go, having a heart attack, she died of that or of natural causes associated with some rare disease and subsequent long-term illness.

Maybe, with the excitement too much for her, he surprised her with flowers, candy, something sexy to wear, perfume, and/or jewelry, and a romantic card on the day of love she died, Valentine's Day. Maybe, as she'd liked to believe with her romantic heart, with the both of them so in love, they made love longer and more passionately than they should have had at their age. Maybe while he was inside of her and making love to her before fucking her a little too hard, she died of a heart attack or a cerebral hemorrhage while making love on Valentine's Day. Now, the reason for his daily devotion, his daily visits, and playing love songs, she imagined he felt as guilty as he was directly or indirectly responsible for her death and untimely demise by loving her too much.

'Wow,' thought Susan to herself while swooning with the romantic albeit deadly thought of Mary dying on Valentine's Day. 'What a way to go? To die while making love on Valentine's Day, how cool is that? With her never thinking about her death and how she'd like to die, if she was given the choice, to die while making love on Valentine's Day is how she'd like to die too.'

If she had a choice of how she'd die, with Ray Charles singing *quot;I Can't Stop Loving You,*quot; in the background, she'd want to die naked in bed and in the arms of her lover on Valentine's Day. As if she was Lady Gaga in American Horror Story Hotel, how lovingly romantic to put a loving spin on something as horribly tragic as death. Only, no doubt, her lover may not have the same romantic fantasy of her dying in his arms while having sex. Yet, combining the pleasure of love with the tragedy of death, dying while making love was now her latest sexual fantasy to have nonetheless. With her having no one in her life and with apologies to no one, she was allowed that sexual fantasy or any other sexual fantasy that she wanted to have.

Yet, rearing its ugly head with fraught to frighten her fiction and fantasy with fact, reality was always there to ruin her sexual fantasy. In fiction, as her sexual fantasy, she'd love to die in her lover's arms on Valentine's Day. In reality a deceased person loses all of their muscle control and bodily fluids. Spoiling her sexual fantasy, unless the person was into scat, shit play, golden showers, and/or pee play, she knew her fantasy of dying while making love wasn't a realistic one or even an attractive choice. Ruining the image with revulsion, dying while making love could be a very smelly experience and a disgusting proposition.

Moreover, with her dead in her lover's arms on Valentine's Day, unless the person was a necrophiliac and into necrophilia, having sex with a corpse was nasty. With her giving him too much of a dose of reality by dying while making love on the day of love, Valentine's Day, how could she leave her lover with such a mess? There's nothing worse than the mess that a postmortem body makes. With her losing much of her bodily fluids and stinking up the whole house, he'd have to fumigate and deodorize the whole house, toss out the mattress, and burn the pillows and the sheets. For sure, not something she'd like to leave her lover to remember her by, that's not an image she'd like to leave him or anyone at all.

Chapter 03:

After hearing the sad, love songs he played over and again, *quot;I Can't Stop Loving You,*quot; put her in a melancholy, albeit romantic mood. Unable to get the song out of her head, *quot;I Can't Stop Loving You,*quot; stayed with her and played over and again in her head. Hearing that song before William and Patrick died always put her in a romantic mood. Now, hearing that song after their deaths made her feel sad, alone, and lonely. In the way she never felt that the song was written for her before the two loves of her ataşehir escort life died, she definitely felt that the song was written for her now that they're both dead.

Notwithstanding all of the forgettable sex that happens behind the silver screen, she thought of all of the great romances that happened in Hollywood. Greater than the love affair of Kathryn Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, she thought of Humphrey Bogart with Lauren Bacall, and Elizabeth Taylor with Richard Burton. Greater than the love affair of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, she thought of George Burns with Gracie Allen, and Jerry Stiller with Anne Meara. Greater than the love affair of Johnny Cash and June Carter, she thought of Mel Brooks with Anne Bancroft, and Annette Benning with Warren Beatty.

Greater than the love affair of Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson, she thought of John Travolta with Kelly Preston, and Kevin Bacon with Kyra Sedgwick. Greater than the love affair of Angelina Jolie with Brad Pitt, she thought of Beyoncé with Jay Z, and Ossie Davis with Ruby Dee. Greater than the love affair of Ric Ocasic and Paulina Porizkova, she thought of Faith Hill with Tim McGraw, and Ozzy with Sharon Osbourne. Greater than the love affair of Michael J. Fox with Tracy Pollan, she thought of Mark Harmon with Pam Dauber, and Danny DeVito with Rhea Perlman. Greater than the love affair of Will Smith and Jada Pinkett, and Denzel Washington with Pauletta, she thought of Lucille Ball with Desi Arnaz, Roy Rogers with Dale Evens, and Ozzie with Harriet Nelson.

She thought of all the great love story movies such as Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, and Before Midnight, The Graduate, and Jerry Maguire. Greater than Love Story, Ghost, and the Titanic, she thought of Lost in Translation, The Notebook, Pretty Woman, Brokeback Mountain, The Wedding Singer, Pride