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New pleasures at the back door.

I had some dishes, pots and pans, a coffee maker and a microwave and that was about it except for my mine and Joyce's clothes. I was going to have to do some furniture shopping, but I'd put that off until Joyce could go with me.

I picked Joyce up when she got off work and we drove over to the DMV so she could get her learner's permit and then I drove to our new place. When we got to the door she stopped and stood there after I'd opened the door and stepped in. I turned to see her standing there and said "What?"

"You have to carry me over the threshold."

I laughed, picked her up and carried her inside and kicked the door closed behind me. I didn't put her down, but carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the bed. I started taking off my clothes and she laughed and started peeling off hers. It was an exhausting night. Joyce wanted to make love in every room to make the place "ours" and fortunately for me that only amounted to five rooms. Unfortunately I wasn't able to go five times so the bathroom and spare bedroom shared one bout and the kitchen/dining room area shared another. The only room that got a full bout was the main bedroom. Joyce vainly tried to get me up one more time, but I didn't have anything left in me.

The next morning after dropping her off at work and having breakfast there I hit the DMV and turned in my Michigan license for a California one and then drove over to the office I'd transferred to and checked in with them. I was shown around and introduced to my new co-workers and took care of some paperwork. I told them I'd report in the following Monday and then I headed over to the restaurant to pick up Joyce when she got off work.
I drove to a large parking lot that was two-thirds empty and I stopped the truck. Joyce asked what I was doing and I told her it was time for her Driver's Ed hands on practice. We spent an hour with her driving around, pulling into and backing out of parking spots and then I let her drive us home. She was doing a pretty good job and I didn't think it was going to take much time at all to have her ready to take her drive test.

When we got home she said, "Tonight is going to be a first for you."

"In what way?"

"I've never cooked for you before so tonight you get your first home cooked meal from me. Go sit down while I break in our kitchen."

I went into the spare bedroom, fired up the computer and sent off some emails to people I knew and wanted to keep in touch with and whom I trusted to keep my whereabouts to themselves. Joyce called me to dinner and I got up and went out to the kitchen. She had made spaghetti with meat sauce and had toasted some garlic bread. It was pretty damned good and I told her so.

"When mom had her stroke I ended up having to do all the cooking so I'm not half bad at it."

After we ate we went out and Joyce practiced her driving for an hour and then we went home. I told Joyce to walk through the place and make a list of what we needed or should have to make the place more livable and then I went off to shower. I half expected that Joyce would join me, but she didn't. When I was done I put on a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts and went out into the living room. Joyce was sitting on the couch and she was looking sad. Before I could say anything she said:

"I wasn't snooping and I didn't mean to do what I did, but who is Boots?"

"How do you know about Boots?"

"I went to use the computer while you were in the shower and while I was there an email came in. I'm not all that computer savvy and I was trying to use Google and I hit the wrong key or something and the email came up on the screen. It said, "Where are you Rob and why did you run out on me?" It was signed Boots."

I thought about it for a couple of seconds and then said, "I guess you were going to find out sooner or later. Boots is my wife's nickname."

"What does she mean when she says that you ran out on her?"

"It is what I did. I packed up and walked out one day while she was at work."

"You told me that you were di

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