”“No, he had both done at the same time,” I said.“Really? That’s relatively rare for someone of his age, though it’s becoming more common....I’m mildly surprised.”“Other than his hips, he was in fantastic health for a man of 73,” I said. “I inherited my low blood pressure and low body temperature from him. His orthopedic surgeon decided he was a candidate and offered it.”“Then four to six months from now, he’ll be a VERY happy man! How are things at home?”“Good,” I said. “These night shifts bite. Then I applied a little mousse and some rollers. He looked at me and said shyly, "I never would have admitted it but this is wonderful." Reaching down I gently pinched his nipples through the silken bra as I bent down and kissed him passionately again. I used the blow-drier, Curling Iron and some spray. A short while latter I removed the rollers and he had the prettiest head of blond hair almost like mine. Turning him around I asked, "Can I do your makeup?" He smiled at me and replied, "By all. "you get me plus a thousand dollars for your trouble."And the name of that club, thought Chris, which I bet I won't get if I say no. "Well, I guess I can't turn down that offer. What do I do?" Thanks Chris," she said with a big smile. "If you'll just sit here, I'll get everything moving." He resumed his seat on the bed. Mary left, but Rhonda stayed behind. She began barking orders into a cell phone. A minute later three guys showed up. They ignored Chris as they set up lights around the bed and. But then he transferred the blade to his left hand and began dragging the hem of her dress up with his right, higher and higher, until his rough fingers slipped under the hemline and he was able to pull the thin strap of the thong aside. "Spread 'em, girly," he whispered in her ear."Oh, please!" she said loudly. "Please don't do this to me!" You can yell, if 'ya want, girly," he chortled. "Ain't no one here to hear 'ya. Now, do what I say. Spread 'em."Defeated, she moved her feet apart. Almost.