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"You know, Julia, I really didn't want things to work out this way," with a downcast look on his face, shoulders sagging with emotional burden, Martin picks up his suitcase from beneath the table set in the middle of the dining room, and walked slowly towards the front door,picking his ruffled coat off of the standing rack on his way over...
Without looking back, Martin turns the door handle and is about to cross the threshold to the outside when Julia calls out to him, "Martin....."
She takes his arm... "It doesn't have to be this way! You can get medication for your erectile disfunction and I could get a bunny. Things can change. Plese don't go"
Oh your right, sorry I thought the pink one was mine.....
Listen, we tried the bunny, thats where it all went wrong, you expect too much from me Im 92 years old for christ sake...
I just dont know who you are anymore...is that you Marty
Martha is that you, you stop taking the anti-bi-polar medication, its me Martha Big John, The Duke...yea its me alright...
I'm john right now ? I thought i'm steven. So where am i exactly ?
be calm. your among friends that understand and share your hunger.
Dont be afraid of the dark Steven, it is Steven isnt it...give me my glasses....
Glasses? Glasses? You need one for each hand now? Can't get enough whiskey in just one?...
Thanks that whiskey really sobbered me up, who turned out the lights....
Remember what? I never touched you like that...it was your uncle Jed
Marty's eyes roll back. Being 92, he was feeling rather dizzy and slithers to the ground. He is pale and lips blue...
only due to the fact that orgasm at his age could cause a stroke.
Now was her chance to do to him what he had done to her all those years, she slowly climbed over him and began to remove his clothes, his suit fitted her real dandy, she hated the long johns but she wanted to feel what he had felt when he had wore her fish nets....she looked in the mirror, feak he was still alive and she had just found a winning lottery ticket in his jacket pocket...she looked at the fire Iron and ......
Indeed it reminded her of Steve in his younger days...hard and firm...
She turns to him and says.. "How do I look?"
He says "Fine and dandy.."
She turns on the Television.. and sees what really turned her world around. She was smitten by this character. What she saw on the screen was Reba McIntyre.
Jesuz she screamed...why cant you be like that you decaying 92 year old prume......
because i'm different. i never knew it would turn out this way for us. sex just isn't the same anymore. i will be honest mabye your better off without me.. she looks on in horror as he holds a gun to his chest and pulls the triger..she can't believe what she's seeing
All these years he has been wearing an Ann Summers nightdress under his shirt.....
Thank god he ws wearing a wire support Bra alos as the bullet bounced off his chest, hit the mirror and went out into the street and killed his lover, Alotta Virgina.....
It was unfortunate that his lover whom he just shot was actually an image in the mirror.
The ghostly image stood stunned as she received the soul of Marty. At last they were reunited! He was no longer the 92 year old man that had been bound but a body that no longer functioned in the way it did. He was young again. His soul embraced the ghostly image of his lover... Annie.
Annie had died some 50 years previously. He adored her. She was the love of his life and now their souls entwined... merging and re emerging, like the northern lights.
this man had such an imagination. He ran into the house for a pen and notebook. I am still going, but i have just been so inspired ....... I must write this down first....
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