After the buffet dinner some music started in his parent’s back yard and the dancing began. As the plentiful drinks flowed, quite a few of the young...women from the neighborhood and his high school class, both single and not, began offering their intimate pleasures later that night. He politely took rain checks but filed them away in his excellent memory. He asked women of all ages to dance so the next-door neighbor lady, Polly Spencer, wasn’t surprised to find herself in his arms.’What did. The young ones don't taste right. The old ones are ripe.I guess that's why I love my job. I'm the night watch at a Elder Community. I walk around, late at night, making sure the community is secure. Five and a half years and we've never had so much as a car drive by after midnight but the oldies in here feel better knowing I'm there.They wouldn't, of course, if they knew me.Take Mrs. Featherstone, for instance. Her meds knock her out. I slip into her unit every night — she's always first. I. There is a long queue, and presently she appears next to me, stiletto heels clicking along the aisle into the buffet car, tucking herself in tight to the wall I am leaning on, swaying gently against me with the movement of the train.“Wondered where you had got to”“Needed a blast of cold air to clear my head” I replied.“Don’t you want to know why my Internet date was such a wash-out?” she asks.“Errr…yes if you want to tell me”“Well I told you I had something on my mind……the something was. Then his gaze looked around the club. Nearly every person was black, only a few white people.There were a few women, sexily dressed, but no one dressed at all like my Addie was. His gaze landed on the stage, set a couple feet higher than the floor, a stripper’s pole in the center, mirrors all along the back wall, and a pretty black woman dancing. He watched her, gradually shedding clothes down to her bra and panties. The crowd was chanting, “More, More,” but when the song ended she still had.