The following is a work of pure fiction. None of these individuals exist nor did anything described actually occur even though I very much wish that some of them could.
About the time that I turned 55, I decided to take early retirement. Sharon, my wife of 15 years, also decided to quit her job. We sold our home and moved into an apartment in senior living community nearby. Although we had to downsize our possessions to squeeze into a two bedroom apartment, we would no longer have a yard or house to maintain. Our rent also included all meals in a communal dining room, so we also wound not feel the pressure to fix meals when we didn't choose to.
First, a bit of background about Sharon, she married her boyfriend in college just after they had graduated. He had a good job, but it was only after they were married that Sharon found out that he was an alcoholic and that he had a nasty temper when he was drunk. She put up with his arriving home late after work, drunk. But after he beat her so bad a couple of times that she landed up in the Emergency Room, she threw him out of their apartment, filed for a restraining order and a divorce. This meant that she also had to find a job to pay the rent and her attorney bills.
Fortunately, she was able to find a job fairly quickly that allowed her to do that. The divorce was finalized about 18 months later. After that experience, she didn't date much for a couple of years. By the time we were introduced by a mutual friend, she was about 30 and was still quite attractive. She had wavy shoulder length dark brown hair, was about 5 foot 5 inches tall and had 34B tits and a 30 inch waist.
As for me, I married my high school sweetheart when we were both half way through college. We both graduated and had good jobs, so we had a nice home in a nice neighborhood. It wasn't big or fancy, just comfortable. She was driving home from work one night after working late when she was hit by a drunk driver. He walked away, but she was killed instantly. I was crushed. Fortunately, friends and family gathered around to keep me from drowning in my grief. I threw myself into my work and started to pull out of it about a year later. I had started dating a little bit when my friends introduced me to Sharon. As for me, I am about 6 foot and weight about 180 pounds. I try to keep fit by going to the gym a couple of times a week. I am not what you would call handsome; I have more of the rugged look. Sharon and I have been married now for 25 wonderful years. I love her dearly and cannot imagine what my life would be like if I lost her as I lost my first wife.
But let me get back to our apartment. Like all apartment communities, people were moving in and out all the time. I would frequently hear movers taking furniture and boxes up and down the hall outside our apartment as people left or arrived. The majority of the residents in our area of the complex were in their 60's or 70's. About half were widows, 35% were married couples and the remaining residents were single men, usually widowers.
One day, the moving commotion outside our door was louder than normal, so I opened our front door to find a woman directing the movers on where to place her furniture. I told Sharon that we needed to make a point of leaving for dinner a bit early tonight so that we could meet our new neighbor and invite her to join us for dinner. Dinner in the dining room was served from 5 to 7P each evening, so about 4:55, we knocked on our new neighbor's door.
We introduced ourselves and said we were her new cross-hall neighbors and asked if she would join us for dinner. She said that her name was Martha and that she would love to because she had skipped lunch due to the move, so she was starving. She also said that she would appreciate our guidance to the dining room since she wasn't sure that she remembered how to get there.
Martha appeared to be about 60. She had wavy silver hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her face only had a few wrinkles and none of the sagging jowls that many of the other women in our community had developed. She appeared to be about 5 foot 10 inches and was very thin, maybe 125 pounds. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse, but she appeared to have 34B tits and a 28 inch waist.
We had a lovely dinner together. We talking talked about where we had lived, our past marriages and told Martha about some of the community gossip. We told her about the various churches in the area as well as which residents had dogs that they would regularly take out for walks. Martha told us that she had moved from a small town about 50 miles away and did not know anyone in the area. She had sold her home there and moved into our complex because this was the closest senior community and she had realized that she needed to move to someplace like this to meet new people and to have access to medical care and help in the future. She wanted to make the move while she was able to manage it herself and now when it suddenly became necessary for medical reasons.
After dinner, we took Martha for a tour of the facility so that she would know where to find things, such as her mailbox, the swimming pool and gym and the trash dumpster. Then we took a walk around the facility so that she would have an idea of the best route to take for walks on sunny days.
As we were walking back, I offered to help move heavy boxes, rearrange furniture and hang pictures when needed. I also told her that I would be happy to help her set up her computer and television since both of these items are heavy and often require almost standing on your head to get all of the cables properly connected. She thanked me and said that I could count on a knock on my door tomorrow because she had some heavy boxes full of kitchenware that needed to be moved into the kitchen so that she could unpack them. She added that she also had some pictures that needed to be hung, but that would be a few days down the road.
