"There, Grandma, how's that?" Pete asked, fluffing the pillows behind Mrs.
"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
"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."
"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."
"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.
"Oh no you couldn't," he called, tying a bag of trash and throwing it over
his shoulder. "I will see you tomorrow," he said with a fond smile.
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