Annie was as stoned as she'd ever been and was now willing to try anything. For some reason, sticking her tongue up someone's ass had taken a priority...in her short list of sexy things to do.Connie sat down on the couch next to Annie. "So, who did you come here with, Annie?" Me, myself and I," she replied and giggled inanely.Joe answered for her. "Mal brought her; then left after vouching for her. Annie's from Minneapolis, visiting our fair city of Atlanta for the weekend." And glad to be. He won’t tell anyone his age and if you think he’s bad about his age, my Mom is worse. Both of them are just as bad with their weights, too. They are both obese but, just as they are secretive about their ages, they are secretive about their weights, too. Only their doctor knows what they weigh. What is it with old people? Why are they so stubborn and set in their ways? Most overweight people wear darker clothes, navy blue, brown, and black to hide their weight and make them look slimmer. Not. “Danny, before you go for a run would you show me something?”“Sure. What do you need,” I asked, figuring she meant something in the kitchen.She pulled out my laptop and turned it on.“I want to see Lisa Matthews and the other one. The other one you remember so well.”“They shouldn’t be hard to find. Why?”“I don’t really know. Curiosity, I guess. I want to know what an ideal woman looked like when you were my age.”It took a minute to find Lauren Michelle Hill in all her glory.“She’s tiny. She’s. I owe my life to my saver, the priest that brought me here. The man of God, he has been taking care of my injuries. It’s hard to guess how old he is, from the thick beard that covers most of his facial features. He is a tall and slim man, always standing straight, full of confidence.It was late in the afternoon. For one hour I was struggling in bed to bring myself in an upright position. When the priest sees how much I have progressed, he will be delighted. Also, I must break my silence today..