“Well Mike,” she said, “if you must know, I’ve realised I’m getting past it. While I was getting dressed this morning I looked in the mirror...and couldn’t believe how old I looked.”Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “Should have gone to Spec-Savers,” I laughed, pinching a line from a TV advert. “You look great for someone our age.” We were both in our late sixties so neither of us were spring chickens but as I’d told her she did look great for a woman her age.My comments seemed to cheer up a bit. Her next thought was, Ow! Brenna tried to remember the details of the previous evening. Her cousins and best friends all had decided to take her to the bars. She remembered all of them flirting with guys and bartenders to get free drinks. Trying a drink called a Mojito for most of the night, instead of her usual Apple Martini, though she remembered having a few of those as well. Aunt Laura! Can I see if Brennas awake? came the shout from her twelve year old niece, Christy. Well, shes got to get. When they finally got back they were laughing and all seemed to be in a good mood which put me at ease, they sat in the living room and I signaled to Sam a "how's everything going signal" he walked to his room and I followedMe: so how did everything go?Sam: everything went well! She asked about our situation and then explained ur situation to me.Me: so she's ok with the situation?Sam: ya I even told her about ur conditions which she said were all good, she also added that if I had a question or. And he was wide awake. “Wow, look who’s the lazy ass today.” I teased as soon as I stepped inside. Brad smiled and yawn theatrically and was about to give me some sort of smart-ass retort, I’m sure, but never got the chance. See, as soon as I was inside I walked right over and squatted right down over his face. I mean I literally sat on it. All Brad managed to get out was a loud mumble, then that quickly changed to long, audible, inhales once he took in his first whiff of my day’s scent. His.