“Every time you come over here you show me your tits, you flirt with me, you tease me, and then you leave. And all I get is another chance to test f...re the meat missile. When is this shit gonna stop?” Lucy laughed softly. Her mouth laughed. Her eyes laughed. Her globes giggled and jiggled. I was captivated; Paul was still mad. “Lucy, you’re in violation of the Geneva Conventions. This is torture!” The meat missile was rising on its launch vehicle. “Paul, I like you. In fact, I really like you a. He continues on thrusting without talking and I watch Miki's face. Her jaw a little slack and her back arched just the smallest fraction. I move forward stroking myself as I watch them. The tatami floor gives me away as a noise creaks from it and Miki opens her eyes and looks at me, her expression but changing a bit. Her head and face jiggle from the impact and those plump lips of hers looked so inviting. I sit down in front of her with my legs splayed open and she drops to her elbows sucking. 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 used to tip-toe around but ever since. But you’ve already seen. I wanted you to see. I want you to see. I pull the door open wider and wait. A heartbeat. Two. Then you’re walking towards me. You’re in my flat. I wonder what it feels like be to somewhere you’ve seen so often. Imagined so often. I close the door behind you shutting out the light from outside. You’re still looking at your feet. I stand in front of you in the mostly dark. I can hear your ragged breath. You’re shaking, terrified. I put my hand on your wrist and gently.