AGE MATCH VERSION FIVE

 

AGE MATCH VERSION FIVE

Lisa had hoped, throughout high school, that adulthood, and marriage, would calm her mans desire for booze.

She knew that, in high school, he, never, missed a keg party. Still, since he was a high school athlete, that he would, one day, become a star, at one of the sports.

This is why, no matter how he smelled, after a keg party, she still let him have what he wanted.

What the entire, graduating class felt was a real rip-off was when the school sent out written notices, just two weeks before graduation, stating that all graduating students were required to pass alcohol, and drug, tests.

This when Lisa, and the other girls KNEW that the boys had been planning a keg party, for the past six weeks.

Since young women, like Lisa, never got drunk, she, and a few others were “designated drivers” for the party.

Now, the question was “HOW to have a keg party, then pass a sobriety test?”

While some of the guys made their women promise “IF I try to have more than one beer, I want you to smash a glass over my head, to remind me.” The women smiled as they said “Sure”

Guys, like Lisa’s man, said “I challenge them to deny me graduation.”

Since the women (and most of the men) knew that Lisa often did nurse a single drink, for entire evening, it would be her guy who would be the challenge.

While drinks, and snacks, flowed, the main talk was of what the men would do after graduation. Some had already been hired, by local companies, while others spoke of plans to go to college.

It was Matt (Lisa’s man) who, when the chugging contest came along, and he challenged the others, Lisa smiled as the girls, and guys, poured beer all over Matt then said “Try to pass the test, now.”

Lisa was just thankful that Matt was too wasted to go to her place, for sex. She dropped the beer-drenched man at his place, in his bed, then went to her own place.

What most of the men found odd, about graduation day, was the lack of hang-overs. Their women reminded them “You only had one drink. I watched you piss it out.”

Most of the men found it odd that they remembered so much, of the party.

Still, even with minimal amounts, too many tested “Positive” for alcohol.

When Matt staggered in, smelling of booze, and looking like just back from a four day bender, the doctor did not have to test him.

When Matt had slurred ”Why?” The doctor said “If you were any drunker, you would be passed out, at this moment.”

Like the other girls, Lisa had only nursed a single drink. This is why she tested “Sober”.

Matt was the only member, of the graduating class, who was ordered to leave. This because no one could stand to be near him.

Still, when Matt got sober, he promised Lisa “If you will marry me, I will get sober for you.”

Her family said “Dont believe a bit of it. If he wanted to be sober, he would be.” Still, Lisa wanted to believe.

Since Matt got drunk, so often, even missing job interviews, he was approved, for Disability, due to Alcoholism.

Still, the 18 year old believed that Marriage would be what made Matt sober. She even dreamed of the couple having a house, together.

While Matt did sober up, for the wedding, Lisa would live to regret the “honeymoon”.

This since her dream, of a bridal suite, at a posh motel, became a room, at a motel. This and the fact that Matt did nothing more than remove his pants, snatch off her panties, then, with her still in her wedding gown, he gave it to her so fast that even drive thru was slow, compared to what he did.

After he was done, he flipped her the key, saying “sign out when you are ready.”

After that, she changed into street clothes, suffered the desk clerks sexual suggestion, then went home, to clean up, and rest.

She wondered if she were married, when she learned that Matt was out, chasing every female who would have him.

This is why, when she met a group, of friends, all of whom had HOPED that men would “go on” to do great things, Lisa recalled what Matt had promised.

He, and some other men, had agreed to put money together, buy a car, re-build it, then win racing titles.

When the young wives reminded their husbands, about the goal, the men did go to a yard, bought a car, and polished it up.

After that, they just sat around, TALKING about eventual titles.

It was after a friend heard Lisa talking about taking a lover, that the friend mentioned “Why waste you time on these young fools, like the ones we “married”. Why not take a mature man.”

Lisa was just considering this when, later, she saw me address a group, regarding the posting of village signs.

While the other attendees were concerned about “check-points”, Lisa understood that all I wanted to do was make boundaries clear, and, easily, seen.

It was not until after being asked “How well do you know him?” that Lisa decided to KNOW me.

She checked out my on-line petition, as well as my posts, on the topic, then she noticed that I was single.

She might have passed me by, due to my being over 60, however, when she asked her mother, all the elder would ask was “What difference does age make. Check him out, and learn, for yourself.”

Lisa was not certain of how to move forward until she heard that a local newspaper was doing an article on me. This is when she decided “I will do a book report on him.”

This is what gave her personal access to me. She said “I need to clarify a few things.” When I said “Fire away, beautiful” She smiled, then began asking questions.

What she had noticed, from first meeting, was the fact that I was nowhere near as large as either her father, or most other men, of my age, are. IN fact, had the brochure not mentioned my age, Lisa would have thought me only about 30 years old.

Now, she wanted to know even MORE about me.

Was I like her husband? Whose favorite meals consisted of double burgers, large fries, and a six pack?

It did not take her long to notice that I avoided sugary foods, and ate plenty of salad.

To her shock, when Lisa asked “Where does he keep his booze?” staff told her “He does not drink booze.”

Lisa remembered, very well. It was after one of the final meetings, about the zone signs, and I was walking her home, and she asked “Would you like to see something?” I suggested “Anything, from you, would be something very special.”

This is why, behind her closed, unit, door, Lisa removed her top, and bra then, when I said “Thank You GOD.” She told me “That is a sacriledge” I told her “I was just praising your beauty.”

When she asked “You think I am beautiful?” I suggested “Let me prove it.”

That night, Lisa realized that what we were doing was the very dream, of a honeymoon, that she had hoped for.

Now, while Lisa realized that my plans would take longer to fulfill, that I was working on truly important topics. Topics which would benefit the community.

Lisa could only think that Matt grew jealous, of me since, as she began working with me, he began getting risky, with stealing car parts.

In fact, it was right as the final decisions were made, about marking the villages, and that I began work on the Members Only markets, that Matt entered his first, illegal, race.

Lisa only attended the race, at Matt’s request. As to HOW he could drive, after downing five beers, is anyones guess.

After Matt won the race, he came to Lisa and said “Tell you a secret. I had a BIG dinner, before the race.” This is why he could drink both before, and after, the race.

Lisa debated reporting the wrecks, as this meant she would have to explain what she was doing there.

She saw her chance to leave, when she saw Matt downing a beer, while a woman “performed” on him.

A week later, she was proud to stand by my side, as the last of the villages lines were drawn, and everyone knew where, in town, they were.

While I was presented with a plaque, for the project, I made a point of saying that Lisa was my “inspiration”.

Later, Lisa told me “If you lavish any more praise on me, people will think that we ARE a couple.” I reminded her “Well, I DO love you.”

The next day, her mother made such a fuss, about the presentation, that Lisa said “Relax. I am his inspiration.”

Her mother then pulled out the “police beat” article, about an illegal race, in which no less than five drivers, all with dangerous blood alcohol levels, had been found, dead. The police were asking for community help.

For Matt, however, the homemade medal symbolized that he COULD drive.

While Matt proceeded to drive in other, outlaw, events, Lisa and I were making headlines, with the new Members Only shopping center. A place not worth robbing since everything was handled on debit cards.

BY the time Matt wrecked his race car, it seems that he had won enough races, that a team was willing to take him on. Problem was, they wanted all staff to be sober, when driving. Matt only agreed, under protest.

His “success” was over-shadowed by the fact that a couple of the villages wanted larger play area’s, for their children.

The problem was that the village “centers” had only what was known as “vest pocket” play area’s. Places where only pre-schoolers could play.

This, and primary, community, parks were about as large as a two-car garage.

One area had an advantage. A slumlord was paying off some inspectors to keep places, which were in horrible condition, listed as “Rentable Condition”.

When I had locals ask, for an inspector, at random, the replacement took just a cursory look at the properties, and condemned them.

No one would miss the tenants since both groups avoided one another, like the black plague.

The land operators THOUGHT that they could save the land, by placing it into one of those no-name trusts.

The problem was that the inspector moved faster than management predicted, and the fund was offered a deal. Turn over the land, in return for a tax-write-off.

Just as the inspector had predicted, no bulldozers were needed, to take down the land. Just some heavy duty 4X4 pickups.

Since all of the depreciated land was within a two block, by two block area, I just had the cross streets closed off, and used volunteers to create a new, LARGER, park.

It would be the first, of five, such parks, which would emerge from demolition areas.

Lisa was, happily, by my side, for each of them.

What made Matt angry was how, while his races were at the rear of the paper, Lisa was visible, on pages one and two.

What made Lisa laugh was when he showed her his and said “Until you dump that “worthless creep”, you dont get this, period.” When Lisa laughed, he asked “Whats so funny? You is my woman.”

Lisa laughed, openly, as she asked him “When is the last time you acted like my husband?” Matt shrugged, saying “Dont matter, I still put a ring on, and pumped you.”

Lisa said “If you call that being married, then you are in big trouble.”

She waited just long enough for him to go empty his bladder. With that, she slipped out.

The next day, as Lisa would know it would be, Matt, having found out that Lisa had walked out on him, beat four of his neighbors into the ground, while causing thousands in property damage.

He could be sent to prison, but his Disability could not be touched, even for repairs.

Matt would lose two years, of his life, to pay of the damage, and would lose his place, on the racing team.

This while the most booze-drinking that Lisa did was just with meals. Most of the time, by the time meals were finished, she was drinking coffee, or water.

She did this because she knew how I hated even the scent, of beer.

Since I shared her bed, regularly, she made sure that I knew I was welcome.

In fact, Lisa’s mother even commented that, if Lisa drank any less, she might want to consider stopping, altogether.

Besides, when we became lovers, I told Lisa that she could drink all that she wanted, when I was not around. This had sounded “nice” but only until Lisa wondered “What if he wants me while I am drunk?”

Her mother would only say “You have a decision to make. Either your man, or the booze.”

What really made her mind up was when Washington D.C. called me up, saying something important was happening.

Lisa found out, the following week, when a hurricane headed into the gulf.

It was projected to move through the gulf, then across Mexico. Then, without explanation, the storm changed directions, and moved towards America’s full states.

While this storm chose a different path, than Hurricane: Katrina, its path was just not as protected as supporters would have liked it to have been.

For the full, previous, week, cargo planes had been dumping compost, while helicopters sprayed the area, with high powered nutrient.

Had the project been given the full five years, to “Ferment”, it was likely that more, of the storm would have been dragged down, by the marshes.

As it was, the storm ripped the project to pieces, not once, but twice.

The first time was when the storm came across land, while ripping the barrier worse than a composter.

The second time was when the storm moved upriver, swelling rivers to their banks, and more.

Thankfully, having learned from Katrina, most of the area, in the storms path, was evacuated.

The REAL problem was the swollen rivers. Their normal flow had been turned into a raging torrent. This meant that even buildings, which had stood for 150 years, fell, like sand-castles.

This is why the feds turned to me. It seems they had read about my flood waters diversion idea, and they asked if it could work?

This is how Lisa ended up touring our home-state, to raise awareness of the problem, as well as the possible solution.

When asked “How much will it COST?” Lisa smiled as she asked “What are your lives, and belongings, worth?”

Since the next storm was projected to hit one, of three, major rivers, I had the project opened on all three.

And, YES, we did add ten billion to the national debt.

What we saved, by diverting the storm surge, was, maybe 25 communities, and 250 homes.

This by diverting the storm surge into lesser rivers, raising maybe 75 to maximum fill levels, and flooding a few streets, but with tens of millions, in property savings.

For her part, in the deal, Lisa received the donation of a car, of her dreams. This, and the recognition of being my better half.

I accepted a gifted truck, once its gasoline motor was replaced with an electric one. When the company said “We have no idea what the mileage will be”, I suggested “I will be the guinnea pig.”

I did just what the president had done, in taking the vaccine. I had all information, about the trucks energy usage, logged.

While Lisa kept my schedule in balance, what she never expected was to need an assistant, of her own. This because, being the states Third Lady meant doing more appearances, and having her staff keep her schedule.

When my staff-writer asked Lisa “There is no way that this material is going over, well, with voters. What do I do?”

Lisa explained “MY man does the first draft, which you have. Your job is to make it more palatable.”

While my “back-up” staff were not as good as Lisa, they kept me out of any serious trouble. They even noticed that I used their notes, instead of my rough draft.

Neither Lisa, nor I had any idea that the next storm would hit the very area where Matt would, next, be racing. (Yes, the team arranged for early release, since Matt was the only driver, so far, to survive such a race).

Problem was, the storm not just destroyed the race track, but washed it clean away. It would take a demolition team a week to clean up the debris, and it would be months before the ground was dry enough to begin building a new track.

When Matt claimed that I caused the storm, it was Lisa who told him “We did not KNOW there was to be a race. HOW could we sabotage what we did not even know about?”

When Matt took hold of Lisa, suggesting some very quick sex, Lisa looked him right in the eye, suggesting “You should ask MY man. I am his, first.”

For Lisa, the years 21-25 seemed to pass, in a “dream”. She was kept so busy that she only had time for family. Thankfully, her mother stopped asking about grand-children. Now, her mothers favorite line was “Girl, you are doing IMPORTANT things. You are making a NAME.”

As for her sister, she just had not decided WHEN to start a family.

By the time Lisa was thirty, I was being considered a new version of Albert Einstein. What we could not figure out was why Lisa was being considered my wife. Sure, we were “together” through many adventures, but at no point did we admit being married.

By her forties, Lisa had a collection, of plaques, and awards, which even her high school could not deny.

This while all that Matt had was cheap, dollar store, racing trophies. In racing circles, he was known as a daredevil, but beyond racing, he was just another “John Doe”.

This, while Lisa and I were well-known not just across the state, but the nation.

Funny thing was, when Matt took a year off, from racing, he wasted not one moment getting as drunk as possible. This is why the former young mans belly began to sag.

After all, the forties is tough, even on the best of men.

Lisa did not need to worry since her schedule kept her as active as I was. We, both, exercised, daily, to maintain tone.

Lisa learned that, by the time Matt was ready to resume racing, he had to go on a “crash diet”, and lose 125 pounds. Lisa learned that his new contract stated “No booze, no snacks, no extra-curricular activities.”

Lisa almost felt sorry for the man, until she realized that the reason why we remained fit was due to personal effort. If Matt wanted his goals, as much as we did, he would have to WORK for his goals.

Matt never made the racing circuit, and for good reason. Someone tipped off the media that Matt was in bed, with a thirteen year old.

When the police, and media, broke into the room, the tip-off was found to be true. Both Matt, and the girl, were naked as could be.

Lisa laughed, saying “Atleast I waited until I was of age.” Matts car was returned to the race team, while his contract was terminated. When Matt had the nerve to try and cry “foul!”, saying that Lisa had been underage, when we began…

Lisa only had to submit her marriage license, to prove that she was of legal age, when we became a couple.

Even Lisa’s family, and the family minister, admitted that Lisa was of legal age. The minister was not in favor of her dating a much older man, but, as long as she was happy.

While Matt served out his term, in a prison which housed only those who had sex with minors, Lisa and I continued our life journey, moving from project to project.

We, eventually, lost count of how many parks we had restored, as well as our other activities.

BY the time Lisa’s rich, luxurious, hair turned white, my hair had been white, for years.

When I had suggested coloring it, Lisa told me “Dont you dare. I love you just as you are.”

While I had spent most of my life, just trying to be more, Lisa noticed that, when my time came, the procession was more then ten times what my former in-laws had hoped, and even prayed, for.

They actually payed out $75,000 for a supreme service.

This, while I received a $150,000 service, paid for by supporters.

Like her mother told Lisa, “you may not have given birth to children, but you gave birth to hope.”

This is why she and I would be given plots, of value.

Lisa knew what she would miss, most. MY touch.

For the remainder of her life, Lisa would wake, at sun-rise, to watch the start of each new day.

Even at the end, when asked “Did you not miss having a younger man, and giving your life to an older man?”

Lisa smiled, knowing that, while I rested in Honor, Matt rested in an un-marked grave, paid for by taxpayers. She had TRIED to make it work, with Matt, but she found that I was much more willing to work with her.

She knew the end had come, when I appeared, looking as young as I did, at age twenty, and saying “Come, my love. Our work is done. Now, it is up to others.”

When Lisa looked in a mirror, and saw her youthful face, I whispered “Do not be alarmed, my love”. With that, I showed her the elderly woman who rested in forever peace, a smile on her face.

This is when Lisa realized “I have done it. I have made something of my life.”

With that, we would stroll through fields of flowers, in a “blaze” of color, before she snuggled up to me, whispering “I love you.”