We dated girls together, we road bikes together we played sport together. One night we had a few beers and John stayed over at my flat. It was a small...flat and I just had the one double bed. We were remembering a couple of old girlfriends a year or so ago. We had both moved on but he was talking about his last date. She wouldn’t have sex with him but he said he was lying on top of her moving and sort of dry humping her until he came in his pants. He said that remembering this now was making him. She wouldn't let me do her shopping for her, but she accepted a weekly ride to the grocery store. I noticed she mostly bought microwavable meals. They were better than nothing, but not much. But then she was ninety-four years old, so I suppose it was a little late in the game to worry about the negative effects of highly processed foods on her health. Nevertheless, I insisted she have dinner with Annie and me at least three times a week. Annie didn't eat, of course but her presence at the table. .' Oh dear, I forgot my glasses!" She might have been a little younger, but she still squinted as she tried to make out the fine print. Sighing in frustration, May was about to put the bottle back in her purse and get off the bus, when she realized: she could just make herself a little younger, enough that her eyes weren't so bad."Do I dare...?"Looking over her shoulder to check that no one was looking May unscrewed the cap to the bottle and filled it, staying careful with the bumps the bus. “Mom and Dad were home all the time so there wasn’t much for me to help out with. We didn’t eat together very often so I didn’t have to set the table or do the dishes. The house was always cluttered so I didn’t have to straighten up or anything. It’s not like they permitted their visitors to come inside. They did most of their business at the grow shed around back. I wasn’t permitted in there – ever.”She sighed and glanced at her phone. I’d heard a text arrive but hadn’t mentioned it. She read.