married to someone else, but I wanted her. The girl who wanted me is now a glamorous, beautiful star of her own TV show. Go figure.
She stood and walked to the bathroom, but turned first to ask if I wanted to help her change into her clothes. She laughed and ran in, not quite closing the door. Yeah, I watched. And she knew it.
She came back out a few minutes later looking all spiffy in her expensive clothes. Maybe if I had married her, I’d be broke by now. She reached down to me and took my hand. Hers was soft and very warm.
“Time to go play savior of the city.” She led me out the door and down the hall. We were followed by the burly, and now surly, cop.
We went through a heavy metal door and into the studio. It was small like on the Bozo set, and the crew was busy adjusting the cameras and lights. The back stage was fairly dark, and the stage hands were milling about on the other end. They all said their “Hi’s” and “Good mornings” to Penny, and she beamed back to them. Some guy I presumed was the floor manager came up to her and gave her a couple of pages of paper. She studied them for a minute then gave them back and told him she was ready.
“Sit here where I can admire you from the stage.” She guided me to a tall stool and let me get comfortable. The cop sat a few feet over from me on another metal folding chair like the one in the hall. I could almost hear him grumbling about that.
For the next hour I watched the show being created. The guest was a doctor talking about men’s sexual dysfunctions. Oh, great. Penny peeked over to me every time he mentioned sex. I was feeling warm and not from the hot lights overhead. Penny opened the questioning to the audience, “Penny for Your Thoughts” kind of thing. The doctor held up well through the inane questions people were asking. Penny told the doctor that she had a question. “When is a man too old for sex?”
I squirmed as she looked to me. The doctor laughed and said that man is capable of sexual relations no matter what age, even after sixty, as long as he was healthy and could survive the ordeal. The audience chuckled, and Penny laughed as she drew her attention back to the Doctor and away from me.
There were a few more questions, and then the show wound down as they rolled the end credits. After saying her good-byes to the doctor, Penny bounced over to me. Grabbing my hand again, she led me back to her dressing room. She told the burly, surly cop to shoot anyone who even tried to knock on the door. She gave him a big wet one on his cheek. I’ve never seen a cop go so red. She pulled me in and locked the door. Oh, oh.
She swung me around, pinned my back to the wall, and searched for my tonsils with her tongue. Twelve years of being a monk had just shattered into sweet oblivion as we moved from wall to chair to couch and then floor. My heart was pounding out a conga beat, mostly from my lack of exercise, but partly from the moment. Her body was amazingly firm and smooth, not at all like a woman almost sixty. About thirty minutes later, we took a breather.
Penny changed back into her robe as I gathered my wits.
“Were you trying to kill me?” I smiled.
“No, sweetie, just seeing what I may have missed back when we were more flexible in high school.”
“Disappointed?”
“Hell, no. I may make you my fourth husband.” She looked serious then laughed.
“How about a long engagement first?” I pleaded.
“Sounds good. The anticipation is more fun that way.” She went back to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in her street clothes…silky blouse, short skirt and a big smile.
“Are you still a misogynist now?”
“Well, my opinion about women has been elevated to a new level.” I watched her fussing at her dressing table, straightening out her make-up. Beyond the glamour she was a very handsome woman. I could get used to her. “So, are we a
She stood and walked to the bathroom, but turned first to ask if I wanted to help her change into her clothes. She laughed and ran in, not quite closing the door. Yeah, I watched. And she knew it.
She came back out a few minutes later looking all spiffy in her expensive clothes. Maybe if I had married her, I’d be broke by now. She reached down to me and took my hand. Hers was soft and very warm.
“Time to go play savior of the city.” She led me out the door and down the hall. We were followed by the burly, and now surly, cop.
We went through a heavy metal door and into the studio. It was small like on the Bozo set, and the crew was busy adjusting the cameras and lights. The back stage was fairly dark, and the stage hands were milling about on the other end. They all said their “Hi’s” and “Good mornings” to Penny, and she beamed back to them. Some guy I presumed was the floor manager came up to her and gave her a couple of pages of paper. She studied them for a minute then gave them back and told him she was ready.
“Sit here where I can admire you from the stage.” She guided me to a tall stool and let me get comfortable. The cop sat a few feet over from me on another metal folding chair like the one in the hall. I could almost hear him grumbling about that.
For the next hour I watched the show being created. The guest was a doctor talking about men’s sexual dysfunctions. Oh, great. Penny peeked over to me every time he mentioned sex. I was feeling warm and not from the hot lights overhead. Penny opened the questioning to the audience, “Penny for Your Thoughts” kind of thing. The doctor held up well through the inane questions people were asking. Penny told the doctor that she had a question. “When is a man too old for sex?”
I squirmed as she looked to me. The doctor laughed and said that man is capable of sexual relations no matter what age, even after sixty, as long as he was healthy and could survive the ordeal. The audience chuckled, and Penny laughed as she drew her attention back to the Doctor and away from me.
There were a few more questions, and then the show wound down as they rolled the end credits. After saying her good-byes to the doctor, Penny bounced over to me. Grabbing my hand again, she led me back to her dressing room. She told the burly, surly cop to shoot anyone who even tried to knock on the door. She gave him a big wet one on his cheek. I’ve never seen a cop go so red. She pulled me in and locked the door. Oh, oh.
She swung me around, pinned my back to the wall, and searched for my tonsils with her tongue. Twelve years of being a monk had just shattered into sweet oblivion as we moved from wall to chair to couch and then floor. My heart was pounding out a conga beat, mostly from my lack of exercise, but partly from the moment. Her body was amazingly firm and smooth, not at all like a woman almost sixty. About thirty minutes later, we took a breather.
Penny changed back into her robe as I gathered my wits.
“Were you trying to kill me?” I smiled.
“No, sweetie, just seeing what I may have missed back when we were more flexible in high school.”
“Disappointed?”
“Hell, no. I may make you my fourth husband.” She looked serious then laughed.
“How about a long engagement first?” I pleaded.
“Sounds good. The anticipation is more fun that way.” She went back to the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in her street clothes…silky blouse, short skirt and a big smile.
“Are you still a misogynist now?”
“Well, my opinion about women has been elevated to a new level.” I watched her fussing at her dressing table, straightening out her make-up. Beyond the glamour she was a very handsome woman. I could get used to her. “So, are we a
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