"It's me, darling!" Still no response. "Betsy?Your wife? They didn't change me THAT much did they?"The old man stared at the young woman as if trying ...o remember somethinghe had long forgotten. "That bathing suit. Betsy wore that bathing suitthe first time we went to the beach together. Oh, that's right, the spa.We came here to get younger. You say you're my Betsy? You're even youngerthan our daughters. Are you sure I'm the right George?" George Fenton McAllister! Don't tell me you don't know. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the. Calling me a "loser" with a "wiener" among other things. She would watch porn or text people as I greedily licked her pussy. After she had reached orgasm i would be allowed to fuck her and cum in her as long as i cleaned it all up afterwards by licking up every drop. Then she would turn away from me and go straight to sleep, shrugging off any attempts i made to hold her. One night after such an evening i checked her phone while she slept and found hundreds of messages to one particular work. Tom had set an early alarm. As we sat and enjoyed breakfast together, he brought me up to date with work. I have always taken an interest in the job he did, and always made sure I was there to listen to ideas and grumbles whenever they arose, particularly if he needed to just vent. I was genuinely concerned that this round of talks had not gone well, but when he told me that he had to go to Rome, I found it hard not to cry out with joy. I would have a whole day alone. A whole day to do whatever.