Ugly old women

"You horny fag!" I said with a breaking smile as I realized what she was doing. So that night I was beaten to submission in the twin bed that was never used: MY bed, ugly old women was supposed to be, but ugly old women had never been used until tonight. The sex that occurred that night defies description. Suffice to say I went to sleep feeling a bit sheepish, but there was no doubt in my mind where Kelly's love was directed. It was the last Sunday in August. This was my last day as Organist at St. Luke's. I cannot come close to relating how I felt. This had been such a special thing for me, so rewarding and yet stressful; It had imposed more responsibility than I was ready for, but after a successful Sunday full of services and whatever else I was so totally at peace. I wanted the day to never end. But now not only was the day ending, another chapter in my life was ending. Next Tuesday we were leaving for Indiana. Peggy and I played a piano and organ duet. I loved doing those duets. We always were in synch; we always knew what the other was doing and would do next; each of us would play a solo part with the other accompanying. Even though the piano and organ were situated about 30 feet apart, we were like one person playing both instruments! Today we had chosen a particularly moving arrangement of the old hymn "It Is Well With my Soul." But as we played I felt the tears burning in my eyes. I knew as we played that ugly old women was NOT well with my soul! I didn't want to leave this console, EVER! I didn't want to give up my position to Peggy because among other things, I knew that she would do a better job than I could ever hope to do! The selfish side of me didn't want to admit that anyone was better than I was, even though I knew ugly old women to be true.