A year passed after he wrote that reply. And he had gotten even more fit and more handsome during this time. He had also gotten more ready. But they never did anything. And no new note arrived. He kept waiting. Maybe he wasn't ready?

If his wife were to see him today she would be attracted to him. More so than the past decade or so. She would want him like she had wanted him back when they had met young in college.

Damn he wished for that. He could feel his penis grow thinking about it. He had never painted that part blue. He went to the mirror. Dropped his pants down. Thougth about it. And thought .Fuck it. I'm ready to paint this blue even.