THE WRONG IDEA

Simon coughed and gasped, his eyes were heavy and blurry; the back of his head hurts like hell. It was all a dream after all, the sex; it felt so real. Why would he be having such a dream during a situation like this, although it wasn’t just a dream, it was like a perfect reshoot of when he first retired; that was the first sex he had with his wife. However, his dream had modified some parts.

It was an intense romance that day, you could imagine what it was like not having to touch a woman for years, he gave his all and fortunately, his wife was ready for him. She gave him one of the best welcome home sex.

His vision started to clear bit by bit and the pain behind his head reduced, even though his vision was clearing up, he couldn’t see much. It was still dark, that was when he remembered.

“Joanne!” Simon called out weakly, struggling to get out of the rubbles he was in. The mafia gangsters had dumped him in a refuse area, which was in between tall buildings; nobody would ever fi