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Confessions of a Transition Man – Part Two

I was eager to learn all about transition men from transition man Kevin Knight.  We rolled along comfortably in the slow moving train from Rome to Florence and relaxed with our Brio while Kevin warmed to his subject.

He explained that, since his divorce five years earlier, he had “cut loose” as he phrased it.  He had spent 23 years in a marriage that could best be described as boring, he said.  It had become a plodding, tiresome, sexless relationship, the pair of them sharing little emotion and less affection.  There had been love and respect in the beginning, as an impoverished young couple starting out in life.  At that time, Kevin had been an average working man, spending his days in a fabrics warehouse, shipping and receiving.  To make a long story short, within a decade he was CEO of his own wholesale fabric business with warehouses and retail outlets across the country.  His wife was not comfortable with a husband who was high profile and who brandished a considerable degree of power and influence.  Kevin had taken on a change in his personality, and it led to the stresses that led to divorce.

The newly divorced man at about fifty years old found himself suddenly single, retired, his were children adults on their own, and he was free to spend or waste his time in any way he wished for the first time in almost three decades.  He listed himself in a social website called Friends Or More, and was astounded to see that he was inundated with responses.  He did not expect this, and it didn’t take him more than a few seconds to decide to enjoy it for all he was worth.  After years of coldness and rejection, Kevin Knight was up for all the warmth and sex he was offered.

Kevin was delighted to find that there is a plethora of attractive, intelligent, lonely women.  Many are married but unhappy, others are separated or divorced and so out of touch with romance they simply don’t know what to do, and some have been subjected to abuse and are too cautious to be open to romance.  Each of them needs a transition man to help her find herself, and establish a happy life of her own.

The older woman that was with Kevin when he entered my compartment was an example that he chose to tell me about first.  She is fourteen years older than Kevin, which would make her between sixty and sixty-five.  She had been widowed the previous year when her husband of forty-six years died suddenly in his lover’s bed.  It had been a loveless marriage, more or less arranged by her ambitious father to unite his family name with the groom’s family, a wealthy and powerful industrial group.  The lady had enjoyed a luxurious life among yachts and travel, homes in Paris, Rome, and Palermo.  Suddenly on her own, she was at a loss as to what to do.  She used the Internet, and found Kevin Knight, and learned that he was vacationing in Rome.  She arranged to meet him there.  After a number of quiet meals in small, excellent restaurants over the next week, the lady felt the courage to go with Kevin to the Piazza Navona.  The atmosphere of the warm night, the musical splashing of the fountain, and the splendid bodies of the gods depicted in the statuary, the effects of the excellent wine they’d shared with dinner combined to enhance the signora’s courage.  In a momentary impulse, she agreed to go with him to his suite in the Hotel Rafael, around the corner from the famed piazza.

Kevin had made love to the signora.  He referred to it as “making love WITH…” rather than” TO” a woman.  He said it can only be good enough to liberate the lady from her natural inhibitions if there is totally mutual participation.  In this most recent case, the lady, suffering considerable embarrassment, asked Kevin to show her EVERYTHING… everything she had always heard about, wondered about, fantasized about, but had never experienced.  Needless to say, Kevin was eager to please, and pleased to fulfill the eager lady.  When I asked him where the signora was bound for, now that all her fantasies had been realized.  He sat back in his seat, swallowed the last of his Brio, and muttered half to himself that he had helped her with a transition to a convent life.  She would become a nun.

I asked him if he would tell me about some of the lady’s fantasies with which he’d “helped” her.  He replied that it was imperative that he be depended upon by the ladies to keep his experiences with them strictly private and personal, so he could not divulge the delicious details.  He simply told me that I could find it all in my own mind – I merely had to imagine every fantasy and debauchery that I would like to experience.  So I did.

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