The House On The Lake

She had dreamed of that big house on the lake. The only problem was what she had to give in exchange for her dream. She had to marry a man old enough to be her grandfather.

Bunnie noticed a change in her husband since they moved to the lake. His sexual appetite and endurance has increased. She was pleasantly surprised by this but it seemed as his energy increased hers did the opposite.

She had barely started her morning jog when a sharp pain in her knee  made it almost impossible to walk let alone run. The doctor told her she would have to stop doing any high impact exercise. This might delay the surgery for awhile.  Bunnie responded  sarcastically,  “What do you mean a total knee replacement. I am only 25 years old, not 52!

The nurse whispered to the doctor,  “Who does she think she’s kidding. Did you see how young her husband looked? He could be her son. ”

“I think it is early onset dementia,” the doctor replied.

FFfAW

24 thoughts on “The House On The Lake

  1. Priceless Joy

    LOL! I laugh at what creatingahome said. Hahaha! I was really involved in the story with a “young” woman having to marry a man as old as her grandfather and now he’s younger than she is! LOL!! Great story! Thank you for participating in FFfAW challenge. 🙂

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  2. afairymind

    An incredibly creepy story, Deborah! I wonder how many other women have found themselves in the same position? Hopefully his ability to steal her youth has something to do with either the house or the lake and she’ll work out how to reverse it before its too late… 🙂

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