Bonnie's Surprise

Cankles...........

Today I'm thinking that when I was 20, the thought of new knees rarely passed my mind.  Today, I wonder if it's like cars, one is better than the other.  What happens if you get a "lemon" knee job.  Along those lines, I'm also strongly focused on my cankles.  Does everyone know what those are?  It's when your calves migrate into your ankles and become one.  It's not nice.

I want to introduce you to a friend of mine.  She is so special and I wrote this piece about something that she shared with me.  I hope you enjoy.

                                                          Bonnie's Surprise

The vision of Bonnie’s slim waist and huge boobs provided Jeff a reprieve from the pain of his arthritis and varicosed legs. As they sat on the lanai that afternoon, her eyes sparkled and Jeff was overcome with a great sense of wellbeing.

They were both grateful for their friendship. It was handy and satisfying.  Bonnie would take him to his doctor appointments and he would fix her plumbing when it needed it.  Their intellects were well matched and they could talk for hours about things that interested them.

  Sipping her tea, Bonnie glanced at Jeff. She knew that Jeff was nervous about his upcoming surgery.  The doctors told him he’d be laid up a couple of weeks and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He didn’t like being dependant on anyone and Bonnie knew that.

Bonnie was independent too and quite stubborn. Her daughters, all four of them, wanted her to move back to the mainland and be with them. Bonnie didn’t want to leave Hawaii.  She loved it here.

Bonnie picked Jeff up at 5 the morning of his surgery.  She had a book and a small lunch with her to ease the long wait.  She’d be taking Jeff home in the early afternoon, most likely.

Bonnie must have drifted off in the waiting room because when the nurse called her she was startled.  “He’s all yours doll, just drive around to the back.”

She went to get the car and the attendants helped her get Jeff in. He was still sedated and the ride home was quiet. When she arrived at his house, the nurse that would stay with him for a few days met them at the door.  “I’ll be back tomorrow Jeff, rest easy love.”

A week later Bonnie’s phone rang.

“Dinner? Tonight?”

“Yeah, tonight Bonnie.”

“You want me to come to your house for dinner tonight?”

“God….. Bonnie, are you coming or not?” he growled into the phone. Both her petulant response and the pain in his back were convincing him of his 89 years.

“All right Jeff,” Bonnie drawled, “Can I bring anything?” She thought it was ridiculous that he was going to cook when it had only been one week since the surgery.

His mood lightened, “No just your good old self.”

When Bonnie entered Jeff’s home that evening, she knew he’d gone to a lot of trouble because the house smelled great.   “You look great Jeff, how are you feeling?”

“ So much better.”

“The house smells wonderful, what are ya cooking?”

“Grilled chicken and kale, good for the liver, you know?”

“Well, at least let me set the table.” The evening took on an easy feeling.

As they ate dinner, Jeff watched Bonnie enjoy the food. He was happy. The meal was great and they chatted about everything.

 After coffee, Bonnie stood to get ready to leave and as she turned, Jeff put his arms around her.  They’d hugged so many times over the years, but this felt different.  Jeff didn’t let go.  Instead, he whispered in her ear, “I’ve got a hard on.”

Bonnie did everything she could to not laugh out loud.   He’s 89, I’m 84, he just had surgery and he has an erection.  “I’ve got to leave, sorry, bye” and she almost ran out of the house. When she got into her car she felt like a school girl.

Jeff was embarrassed and also proud. He had gotten a hard on.  Imagine that.

Bonnie called the next day and told Jeff that they needed to talk and Jeff agreed.  She fixed some tea and they sat down at her kitchen table. “Jeff, I’ve thought about what happened last night and I’ve explored my feelings deeply.  I love you very much, but I’m not in love with you.  You’re my friend and I would hate to lose that.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her on the cheek. “Its okay Bonnie, you’re my best friend, nothing can change that.”

She stood in his arms relaxing into the embrace, and was grateful.

Waht would you do if you were Bonnie?  Please leave your comments.