We don’t need to speak as we begin removing each other’s clothes. You unclasp my bra, letting it slide over my nipples as it falls to the floor. I...pull your shirt over your head, running my hands over your skin as you toss it away. Partial nudity invites more kissing, both of us exploring, tasting each other’s bodies. Our tongues meet in a sweet, playful kiss as your hands roam toward my panties. I undo your pants, letting them drop to the ground. You manage to get loose of them by taking a few. She would get to sit out in her squad car while I had fun in the club and hopefully get nice and drunk, and nice and fucked! She was a Puyallup Cop, so I'm sure she was used to such boring duty. And if she wasn't, oh well, she was my slave and I could make her do whatever I wanted.Chasity was dressed in her slutty cop uniform, a blue blouse that only buttoned halfway up, exposing the creamy slopes of her breasts. Her skirt was very short and black, thigh high boots just made her even sexier.. Her hand went to her mouth. I’d stopped her. “Oh my God! How I must have hurt you,” she said. “Davey, I am so sorry.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said. “Just do me one last favor and forget the phony bullshit, okay. Just give it to me straight, the truth, I mean,” I said. She sighed and began to pace back and forth in front of the sink. “The who? Well, I guess you’ve already figured that one out. The why,” she said. “Because there is no doubt that you were going to figure it out, the why, before too. His skin felt thin and hard, like the paper skins of onions."What is it like? What is it like to be old?" the girl said.The old man opened his eyes. He blinked and closed them. He gave a hard rock to his chair. He waited a long time before saying anything."You can't do things when you are old," the old man said at last. "You can't do things because you are feeble. People do things for you because you are feeble and they think that they can make you stop the things you like. They make you take.