You didn’t know me.”“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”“No you shouldn’t. But, it’s okay. Don’t count us old guys out!”“I won’t...ever do that again,” Blained promised.“So, what about right now. You still counting me out?”“Huh?”“It’s obvious you like men. I like sissy boys. Let’s get a room.”“Are you serious,” the then 27 year old inquired.“Absolutely. I take Cialis so I can get it up too,” he puffed out his chest.“I live alone. We can go to my place.”“Let’s do it, baby!”Inside the duplex, the old man. She took her lips from his beautiful erection, and smiled up at him. He helped her to her feet, and pulled her onto his lap, his still substantial length nestled against her drenched cleft. He kissed her softly, both of their fluids mixing in their mouths. ‘Make love to me.’ she asked. ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Completely.’ she nodded. He lifted her slightly, allowing her to place his broad head at her aching entrance. Then, with infinite patience, allowed her to sink slowly onto him. She gasped. He had once joked that the only funeral he had done well, was his own. He had died and then had showed up for it, without making a single incorrect or tasteless comment.“Let’s join the family.”The family room was filled with the children and grandchildren of Gladys. The son, Alan, had a son in his early twenties and a daughter who was nineteen. The daughter, Wendy, had two boys, one in his early twenties and one in his early teens. The grandchildren were looking at Tim, Cathy, and Sandra as if. "I put my arm around her waist, Tammy's Spirit's waist, that is. I still had a lot to get used to in this new state I was in, but I could feel substance. Even though most everything was shadows and mind images, I felt something.Looking into Tammy's Spirit's face, I discerned eyes and a face. I was sure it was what she was projecting to me, but I got comfort from that. I would rather see something rather than just a dark haze. I'm sure she understood that and was doing what I needed.So, I turned.