I was two days into my sentence, and not enjoying it. I had done something to my leg at the gym a week ago, and after an embarrassing trip in an ambul...nce, I was told I needed a whole lot of surgery. There was a lot of technical talk, much of which included torn tendons, ripped cartilage, a lot of initials and the sum ending in, “you're fucked.” I most certainly was. After a week in the hospital, I had crawled onto my couch and hadn’t moved much since. I was wearing an old, tatty, free. In a couple years, scientists had a cocktail of drugs that rejuvenated people. It wasn’t considerably spectacular in magnitude — only able to biologically rejuvenate a person back about 10% of their age — but it was enough. Diseases like heart failure, diabetes, hypertension, alzheimer’s, dementia — all the ones associated with growing old — became curable. Death had seemingly taken a vacation. In less than a year, 10 years became 15, then 20, then 30. Within 10 years, all people could be. " I have that," Tracy said holding a memory card from a digital camera. "On the front will be a picture of Dianka with 8 cocks pointed at her face and the back will be her bukkake facial." Dave took the memory card and inserted it into the location on the computer and pulled up the 2 pictures. The first showed apparently the 8 Latino's and Asians before they had covered his wife's face in cum, and the second after they had all cum. Dave's cock sprang to attention as he looked at his wife. “I’m such a mess. Are you sure you want me?” “Yes, I’m very sure.” She smiled, and whispered, “Don’t torture me anymore, okay?” With new insight into how bad her life had been, his heart ached. “Okay,” he said, and protectively snuggled against her. Clouds drifted over the sun. They lay silent for a few minutes. Sherry placed a hand on his bottom, and petted. Taking it as a sign of renewed interest, Sam languidly traced a finger up her stomach, between her breasts, and around her nipple. “Is.