Lust and Loneliness

 

It is a major joke on Human Beings that nature eventually takes away the ability but seldom removes the urge. A lot of men and some women crash and burn over sex. That is a human constant that has been around forever.

I remember a time when nothing was more urgent than finding a woman who would use and abuse me. So do most other men. I can say from observation that the same is likely true of women. There are no human drives more compelling than the urge to procreate. Not that the child is the point of all that effort in most cases.

Even people who are old enough to know better get caught up in that little trap. A grand old case in point was a fellow I knew when I was a lot younger. Swede was a big guy and he looked like he moved slow because he was so massive. When he was young a lot of fellows made the mistake of believing those surface appearances.

There were two things that could make Swede move fast; money and a good looking woman. By the time I met him he was well on his way to old fart status. He was also the proud owner of a lot of stock in some of the fastest growing companies around. Swede had never been a brawler. If he hit someone they stayed down to avoid repeating that experience. He was so big it was stunning. I saw him push a truck that was stuck in the snow uphill twenty feet over the crest of a hill. He made the truck look small.

Women liked Swede and he returned the favor. He was married but that never slowed down his libido one iota. His wife was a woman a lot younger then him. She once said, “My friends and sisters all agree that Swede needs to be shared. I don’t mind, there’s certainly enough to go around.”

She of course didn’t mean his money. She protected her hold on that part of Swede more carefully than any of his more intimate parts. She was an eminently practical gal. Swede was 16 going on seventy five when he finally put his big paw in the wrong honey pot.

He must have known that the hard facts of living with a big body that had a pretty thick layer of fat by then. He had always been on the obese side of huge. By the time he was nearing retirement he had already passed the three fifty mark. He was well on his way to four hundred at this point in time.

There were probably a more than a few little Swedes that never knew their papa by then. He had been spreading around his bounty for a long time. He was usually careful to only make his carnal appetites known to married women. He figured that was safer than trying out some untested model.

Swede owned a business besides all of that stock. His business was a great little bar where he met a ton of women. They were his only hobby; he didn’t have time for another.

He hired a new waitress. A tiny little woman with some outsized assets above her waist. I could be talking about her brain you know. A few of us speculated about how they managed the process. Not in front of Swede you understand. He tolerated no disrespect of his “girls,” as he always called them. We took it for granted that there was only one reason he hired her.

Then his problems started. She was jealous and possessive and vindictive in addition to being cute as hell and as sexy as a succubus. She even actually managed to anger his wife by turning up at his house and watching for signs that he had taken up with another woman.

The gal in question was not only single but she was going to law school. She had nearly finished when Swede came into her life. She graduated and passed the bar shortly after he hired her. Then his eye actually wandered and she noticed.

The sexual harassment suit was no joke. We all laughed but Swede actually cried when she served the papers on him. He felt so betrayed. The mess was too much for the old boy. In the middle of it all he had a heart attack. He lived but his libido took the final insult seriously. He was never the same after that.

He settled the suit and the paternity suit that sealed his fate. At seventy five he was about to be a proud poppa again. The little lady had trapped him good. He paid for a lot of his sins all at once. It cost him a lot of money and his sex drive and his marriage before it was over.

He finally sold the bar and retired to a warmer climate. He spent most of his time sitting on the beach reminiscing about his life before he lost his lust. That was no fun for a man of action like Swede.