Fiction by Jim Harrington
"Oh, my God. She's going to do it."
Ralph looked up from his jigsaw puzzle to see Millie peeking out the family room window. When the clap of thunder rattled the windows, he dropped the piece it'd taken him forever to find.
"Do what?" Ralph said. He located the elusive piece and locked it in place. After forty years of marriage, he knew how animated Millie could get over nothing.
Millie turned to him.
"Remember how Suzanne told us about Albert's wish to die on the golf course if he got too sick to take care of himself?"
"Yeah. So, what about it?"
"Well, he must be sicker than we thought. She's pushing him in a wheelchair onto the fifteenth fairway, and she's got something in her hand." Millie pointed at the window. "Get over here and see for yourself."
Ralph pushed himself to a standing position, knowing Millie would keep after him until he obeyed. He walked on stiff legs, bent at the waist. He'd sat too long working on the puzzle.
"Maybe they're just being frisky," Ralph said, as he approached the window. A light along the street opposite the green expanse provided enough illumination to see the two figures.
"Really, Ralph. At their age?"
"Yes, at our age," Ralph mouthed behind Millie's back.
Invigorated by the brief walk and the sight of his neighbors, Ralph reached out and pinched Millie's bottom. She slapped his hand away and gave him a look. Ralph stepped to one side and peered through the spotless glass.
"Don't stand right in front of the window. They'll see you," Millie said, pulling him halfway behind the curtain. "Oh my. Is Albert naked?"
Ralph squinted at the couple. "He must have shorts on. Can't really tell, though. It's kinda dark."
"I think he's naked," she said. He turned to see Millie looking through the binoculars she used for birding. "Oh my God, he is naked."
Ralph didn't know how she could tell, but he knew better than to argue. "How about Suzanne. Is she naked, too?"
"Ralph. That's disgusting," Millie said and gave him that look again.
"Geez, did you see that lightning?" Ralph said to change the subject. "She better turn him around and get inside."
As they watched, Suzanne bent down, first on the right side, and then the left.
"Looks like she's putting the brakes on," Ralph said.
Millie stood speechless, a hand over her mouth.
"And now she's putting something in his hand," Ralph said and moved closer to Millie. "It looks like a 6-iron. What the hell is she doing?"
"I don't know, but I think you should call the police."
"Wait. Let's see what happens." Ralph put his arm around Millie's waist.
"The storm is getting closer," Millie said, pointing to the western sky. She shifted her slender body into him. "We should do something."
"Wait," Ralph said. "I'm sure everything will be fine."
They watched Suzanne put the club in Albert's left hand and raise it as high as his arm would go. At that moment, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree. Suzanne fell to the ground and covered her head. Albert rose from his chair and yelled to the heavens, the club held high. Millie turned into Ralph's arms. This was better than he could have hoped for.
"OH MY GOD," Millie said. "He's...he's...huge."
"That is quite a boner." Albert lowered his hand to Millie's rear and gently rubbed up and down. He waited for Millie to say something. Instead, she swayed her body against his caress.
"I..." Millie put a hand on Ralph's chest and smiled. "Let's go upstairs."
Ralph put his arms around Millie, pulling her body to his, and gave a thumbs-up sign through the window. He didn't know if Suzanne and Albert could see him or not, but he'd be sure to tell them how well the skin-colored body suit and ten inch strap-on dildo had worked.