“So, am I going home or staying?” she asked.“I’m very demanding and enjoy a lot of sex. Do you think you can handle me?” I asked.“What if ...’m sick?” she said.“I do have Kim too,” I answered.“I’ve been told he likes both?” Lindell asked more than stated.I smiled, “So have I.”“Actually I like Kim, he seems different from before. He seemed more content somehow,” she surmised.“A mage box does that to a person. As does finding someone you love,” I told her.Lindell looked sad, and I felt sorry for. They seem more intense, some of them, than the incrementalists, the healthspanners.They’re frustrated, the rich ones, “We have all this money, but life is too short.”They’re frustrated also because of the lack of urgency. Aging doesn’t have the gut appeal that breast cancer and HIV have. And, while aging affects us all, we’re not that good at addressing collective challenges. Like climate change. Aging ... well old people are fatalistic, the young don’t believe they’ll get old.The Lifers look. It was actually funny the way she said it, and we both broke up and fell apart. So much stimulation actually is desensitizing, and I had been ragingly hard for hours. As if they knew that I needed release, some of the other women suddenly surrounded me on the bed and began pulling me to my feet, saying that it was ‘time’ for the Guest of Honor. The all began groping me and putting my hands on their bodies, pulling on my cock and balls, squeezing my ass and rubbing my chest, pressing my hands to. It was warm and breezy. She drew on her cigarette, telling herself for the umpteenth time that she should give them up, and drank from her glass of pinot noir she’d taken with her from the table. Suddenly she was not alone. He was there beside her, also drinking pinot noir she noticed, and shaking a cigarette from a pack he’d drawn from his suit pocket. “It’s a nuisance this, isn’t it,” he said. “Having to drag yourself outside to perform what used to be a perfectly natural act but which is.