. I like it . I don't look too bad for 55 years old. A little salt and pepper action and totally grey beard which is always pretty neat trimmed. ... and a tan. I like to be in the sun. I lay down on the bed a towel around my waist and turned on the tv... just random noise a football game or something mindless to fall asleep to. I was sleeping and enjoying my stoned nap... the room had chilled down and i was having a sweet dream with some boys in it... i don't remember much but laughing. There were private detectives, whisperedmeetings in dark alleys, crisp twenties and fifties being passedaround....and for a long time I thought it would come to nothing. That is,until I entered a dusty old shop and found an old man who said he had what Iwanted."How do you know what I want?" I asked him."Trust me," he said.He wasn't wearing a bathrobe, so I decided to trust him."OK," I said, "How much do you want for it?"He named a figure so low I couldn't believe it."You must be joking!?" I. “No, Lauren, she’s not back yet. Can I offer you something to drink? It’s awfully hot out there.”“That would be great, Mrs. J,” said the blonde, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “Some lemonade maybe.”“Sure thing,” answered the woman, and poured a glass, which she sat on the table next to Lauren. As the girl took a deep drink, Mrs. Jones walked around behind her and stood looking down at her. She was wearing a very skimpy outfit, a yellow bikini top and extremely short and tight denim. Tony winked at me as I laid them out carefully amongst the glasses, wine chiller and candles. He came up beside me and stroked my bum… “you look sensational baby and so sexy. They won’t be able to take their eyes off you, especially Nick”. Nick was the loudest of the three. Tall with strawberry blonde spiky hair, he was a real ladies man, but that made him all the more attractive I guess. He had a mischievous look in his eye and was always finding an excuse to touch me. Tony loved it.True to.