Chapter 4: The End
For the next seventeen years she would clean Sam's house weekly. The relationship soon became more that of intimate friends as the years passed. The smoldering embers of their once passionate love affair were still clear in their memories. The loving kisses, caresses and feelings never waned but age takes it's physical toll on men and Sam as no exception.
Sam was very open to Sandi. . . much as he had been with his wife. They lived and loved much as a married couple when they were together and went their separate ways when they were apart. Each drew emotional support and comfort from the other.
Sandi, began to develop a special beauty which had not been readily apparent when she was younger. She kept herself in good physical condition and enhanced her natural beauty with frequent visits to the salon. She dressed fashionably. Her mind, freed from the limitations which had limited her earlier, quickly developed into an awesome presence.
She felt men's gaze as she walked in public and enjoyed the effect she had on them. Not many women over fifty could turn the heads of college boys and her daughters often laughed about their dates ogling her when the came to the house. Her husband began to watch her closely and often accused her of infidelity with men in their circle of friends. . .He had succumbed to the green eyed monster and his torment lay in his suspicions. Never once did he suspect her weekly housekeeping chore. . . . .
Then, Sam's health began to fail. The problems began to develop rather suddenly and he soon required full-time nurses care. There was no occasion for private time with his housekeeper and Sandi's visits were temporarily halted. When he knew that his end was near he sent his nurse on an errand, picked up the telephone and called the familiar number. "Sandi, much as I want you, I will not be needing a housekeeper any more." He said.
A week later he was dead.
Now, over seventeen years after it all began Sandi stood before the full length mirror in her bedroom. Earlier in the day she had visited the Salon where they did her hair and nails. She had bathed and carefully tended to her body a few minutes before; then, casually selected the clothes that she now wore from her closet filled with the latest fashions. Though, on first look the closet seemed to speak of money, on closer examination the clothes were mostly off the rack. They spoke rather of taste. Sandi was pleased at her reflection in the mirror in the mirror.
Her long hair had, over the years has become fashionably shorter and carefully coiffed. Her face had been well cared for and the ruddy complexion of her younger years needed no makeup to develop it's natural beauty. Her blue eyes sparkled with the zest for life that her mind and spirit had ably mastered. The dress she wore was a simple green, cotton dress which she had tailored to more correctly fit her body. The dress was cut a few inches above the knee. . .not the short, short skirt of a younger woman but short enough to call attention to her long legs.
"Not bad, ole girl!" she thought. As she gazed at her legs she, wondered, "Why did I always feel so ashamed of those legs? Why was I always prone to jeans and slacks so I didn't have to show my legs? It had been Sam who first convinced her what every man who ever saw her already knew; that, those legs were beautiful and she owed it to the world to show them. He had actually helped her select the proper hosiery to show them to best advantage.
