As we drove to the nursing home Millie told me about her husband and why he was there. He had Alzheimer's Disease and couldn't take care of himself. S...e had taken care of him at home until the disease had progressed to the point where she couldn't manage the house and watch him at the same time. She had put him in the home where he could get the care he needed and moved into the apartment which was convenient to shopping and easier for her to keep up. She visited her husband several times a. "You always were a sucker for a sundress," she said. "But this really got too small on me." Nevertheless," I replied.She slipped it over her head and reached for her panties. "Just the dress," I said. She looked at me with a smirk. I signaled her to stand near me as I picked up a pair of scissors."What are you going to do with that?" she asked.I reached over and pulled her top button and snipped it off. Then I did the same for the next two. When I stepped back I saw the swells of her breasts. She let her towel fall from her body as she stepped up on tip-toes to kiss me. I pulled her nakedness close to my own and lifted her as we continued to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. Her breasts pushed against my own chest as she wrapped her legs around my waist, my hard on pressing into her ass cheeks as if she was balancing on it. I backed up out of the en-suite and gently placed her on my bed. I lifted her legs up by her ankles and kneeled down on the floor before planting a. To avoid any potential further conflict, his eradicationshould be a definite avenue of consideration . . . . "That's Aladdin for you. If it's green, spend it; if talks, spy on it; if itbreathes, liquidate it.The file noted the abrupt termination of all Warstrike-sightings following anincident in St. Joseph's Church, just before last Christmas. I rememberedWarstrike describing that ghastly incident. It involved the bizarre creaturecalled "Lord Pumpkin" and the death of a teenaged boy.I continued.