The third night they were having a party with games, music and dancing. They made sure I was there. We played games listened to music and I danced wit... both of them quite a few times. We were drinking a lot too and things were getting a little crazy. That is when I found out their ages. Angie is 70 and Jenn is 68. Angie had me by the ass as we danced and Jenn had her face in my neck as we danced. I was starting to think which one of these women was I going to fuck tonight. As the evening was. Here, she was always in the middle of the attention and she did not feel very comfortable with it yet. Still, Stella had warned her about it and said she had to get used to it quickly. Besides who could ignore anyone dressed all in pink as she was today? The new clothes were all bright-coloured and supposed to give her attention. It felt like being on a masquerade every day, and she longed for her old baggy and comfortable clothes. At least when wearing her own clothes, none of the males were. Me.I shivered and hiccupped out a nervous laugh. I'm hearing things. I guess the meds are kicking in, I thought to myself. I added a few drops of water to the hill with the eyedropper, replaced the top and bid my diminutive friends good morning. The few moments I had spent with them had lightened my mood considerably. I hobbled out to the hall and called Mom for help navigating the stairs.On the way down I apologized for yelling at her.Over the next few days, the pain in my leg settled down to. We shared a Physics and English class with a mutual friend and ended up sitting next to each other in both classes. She turned out to be pretty boyish... and was the type that didn't mind socking you on the shoulder if you said something that pissed her off.She wasnt overly concerned with being fashionable or looking pretty; most days she just wore skinny jeans vans and a shirt with some hardcore band on it. She complemented that with a simple jade necklace and on rare occassions some eyeliner..