"There, Grandma, how's that?" Pete asked,
fluffing the pillows behind Mrs. Willow's back.
"I'm not your grandmother, Peter, I am a
healthy, desirable woman. At least I was a few years ago."
"Hell, you are almost 80," Pete
scoffed.
"Ok, so it's been quite a few years ago.
It doesn't seem that long. I could still use a stiff dick
between my legs, if you are interested."
"I'm not. I want somebody who as born in
this century."
"Peter!" Emma pretended shock, "she would
be three years old?"
"Ok, last century," he said with a
reluctant laugh. They had been trying to shock each other since
they first met. It never worked. She was a slightly older
version of Peter himself, only in female form.
"I don't want to be old, Peter. I just
lived life one day at a time until I somehow got this way. I'm
still young on the inside. As the old joke goes, I'm getting
this 20 year old body all wrinkled."
"Even at your age, you are one hot babe,
Emma. Why don't you hook up with one of the guys in the complex.
I know several who would love to get into your pants, wrinkled or
not."
"I tried. I was shocked when I opened my
eyes and saw a face as old as mine staring back at me. It
sickened me, Peter. I don't want to be old," Emma sighed. "I
want to be young again."
"I can help with your aches and pains,
dress you, bathe you, I can change your diapers if you start
wearing one, but I can't make you young again, old girl."
"I know. Are there any blind male nurses
in the complex?"
"Not in any complex. Blind men can't do
this job."
"I'm sure they could."
"They can't."
"Oh. What about male whores."
"What?" Pete gasped.
"You know, those gigalors.
"Gigolos," he corrected.
"Yeah, one of them."
"I am not your pimp, I am your nurse.
Haul your ass out of here and look for one yourself, you're
healthy enough.'
"The world scares me, I don't know it any
more. It's all too fast."
"It's the same world, it just has more
assholes running around in it."
"I suppose. Peter, can you look at my
pussy?"
"Why," he said with a great deal of self-
control. It was his job, on a professional level. He knew she
was discussing something different.
"Tell me what you think," Emma said,
pulling up her night gown. She yanked down her cotton panties
and showed him her pussy. Pete glanced at it carelessly, then
gave it a careful look.
"It just looks like a pussy," he said in
wonder. "Except for a few gray hairs, it looks normal."
"That's what I tried to tell you. It's
just a pussy, not a flesh colored prune. Would you fuck that
Pete?" she asked slyly.
"If I was really hard up I might."
"Are you?"
"No, I have lot's of action," he said
defensively. She laughed, knowing that she was one up on him.
She had made him defend his male honor.
"Hey, fuck you," he said.
"Oh, I wish you would, Peter, I need it
so badly."
"Damit, stop talking like that. You've
got me horny and I have a full days work ahead of me."
"I could take care of that," she
laughed.
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