One Last Fling, For The Memory Bank, Before I'm Too Old

I'm sixty. In my day I was an exotic dancer, part time prostitute. I met a man who wanted to be in the arms of a woman. Why I married him don't really know. A moment if weakness. He wanted me to move to his town. Then, he fell over his breakfast and died. I inherited the house, the car, the checking account. I inherited his pension and his retirement too.

I set up a modeling business at first. Girls who wanted to get in the 'business'. It made money. But I got bored. I went on a cruise, five days down the coast of Mexico. Then another cruise to the Bahamas. Then another cruise down the coast of Alaska. I met a man on that cruise, married him. He bought me a nice new car. But it lasted a few months and in the divorce he gave me a nice settlement. More money. Another cruise.

I never looked for older men to marry. They came to me, I am a widow twice over. And divorced twice too. I want to have sex with an ordinary man. For fun. Before I too old for that.