"Could you spare some change so I can have a cup of coffee", she asked but in so doing the lines in her face showed the pain that such a request was m...king, it cut to the very fibre of her being to know that she was now in such a position to made such a request.It hadn't always been like that. She was a professional in business and had been in a management position that was till the economical crisis hit and like so many areas, the business that employed her was hit hard. At first it was the. I shook my head and snapped back to reality."Yeah, I'm hungry too," I replied. I had been staring at the breasts of a woman old enough to be my grandmother, Mrs. Waltz."Your mother wants to know what you want from the Mexican restaurant," she continued."Just tell her I'll have my usual," I replied.I was at the local elementary school helping my mom and another teacher, Mrs. Waltz, pack up for the year.This wasn't the first time I had helped them at the school. But this was the first time Mrs.. But who was I kidding!You see; there are lots of lonely spinsters and widows here. One day, there was I, minding my own business and pricking out the spring seedlings in the greenhouse - when along comes Faith. Now every time we see each other I think of Faith Donahue, there's giving away my age!Now I know a young man's fancy turns to love in the spring but who would have thought a woman like Faith would have sparked off an older guy's fancy!?We got talking how one does, me just being sociable. Thankfully, the elevator opened almost at once, and we found ourselves alone inside it. I watched as Brenda looked me over carefully. ‘My God, you’re perfectly beautiful,’ she said in excitement, grasping me by my bare soft arms. ‘Your boobs are perfect and your legs go on forever!’ She grinned with pride as I couldn’t think of anything else to do but giggle girlishly in response. When we got to our room, I ran straight to the full length mirror. What I saw made me gasp with sheer disbelief..