.then I got a notification on Grindr from a nearly blank profile, but says 23 years old...no picture but from info there it taller than me and skinny....He says "Hello" (amazing start ain't it) so I reply "How are you doing this evening' and get back "Good and you" I have had enough of this so I reply "Well actually I am a horny old fat man that needs to get his cock sucked maybe by a skinny young guy". Now I expect that to be it, but I get "That might be possible, pictures?". So I send 3 cock. I know grab my maids dress out of the closet. It is areally nice dress that fits tight up top but is very frilly down below.It comes just below my garters but if I bend over, you can see them! Iwalk back to my bag and grab my pumps. These particular pumps have a 5 ?"spike heel and a 1 ?" platform. I love these shoes! I head back to thebathroom realizing it's almost 6:30! I sit and begin applying my make up.Once I am satisfied with my looks, I place my wig on, check myself in themirror and off. Had been born 112 years ago. I knew that some of my grandchildren must still be alive, and many of my other descendents that had attended my last birthday party would certainly be alive and well. But I also knew that I could never contact them and inform them that I was their great, or great-great grandmother. Can you imagine how ridiculous that would sound? Yet I still ached to be with my family again.Lastly, I read the accounts of my own death. How many people get to read their final. Originally from Lexington, Virginia, but been on the move from there since May eighteen sixty-one. Looking for a place to settle out here.” The man gets a small notebook out of his pocket and writes in it, gives Boone a slow nod, turns, and walks out again.A man in a dark suit approaches Boone and asks, “What sort of burial do you want for them?” Boone frowns at him and he adds, “You killed them so you have to bury them.”Boone sighs and asks, “How much to dig a big hole to just toss the lot in.