“Jan, please stay with me after the group leaves. I want to talk to you about something.”
“I certainly will, Margaret.”
The two little old ladies at the table next to mine were with a vacation group of elderly people eating breakfast on the deck at Fido’s Courtyard. At least, I thought they were elderly until I noticed most of them were about my age.
“All right, Margaret,” Millie’s friend said, after a while. “They’re mostly gone. What’s going on?”
Millie said, “I want to talk to you about our group leader from the retirement village. He asked me out to dinner and I know you had a date with him last month.”
“George Warren? Oh, yes. We had a date. It was quite an experience, too.”
“Tell me about it.”
“He showed up right on time,” Jan said. “He was dressed to the nines and he brought me some beautiful flowers.
“Oh, my!”
“When we went outside he had a rented limousine waiting to drive us to dinner. We ate caviar and champagne while we watched a show. It was one of the most exciting nights of my life. “
“Ooh, Jan! It sounds wonderful,” Margaret said. “What happened next?”
“We went back to my place and did some snuggling and kissing on the couch and that’s when he turned into an animal. He ripped my dress off and had his way with me over and over.”
“Oh, goodness gracious!” Margaret exclaimed. “So you’re saying I shouldn’t go out with him.”
“Not at all,” Jan said. “I’m just saying wear an old dress.”
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