Copyright, all rights reserved 12-16-98
"The Grecian ladies counted their age from their
marriage, not from birth." ~ Homer
"There are three classes into which all the
women past seventy years of age
I have ever known, were divided:
the dear old soul; the old woman; the old witch."
| It was that
cocked eyeball that gave her that Snowwhite's witch look; the last visible
sign left over from a stroke.
There was definitely a cuteness about her, but she was undoubtably well into old age. Mina Long looked all of her eighty-one years but her mind was as clear as it had always been. Her heart was as frisky as a baby kitten. As old souls go, her's was still one of the younger models.
Despite the ravages of age, she had found her fountain of youth. It was located in the corner of her New Jersey apartment bedroom. When exploring the streets of Chatville, she was a young woman again; vibrant and very much alive.
i assume that you are a fem
There was a bit of a pause. She knew what was happening. This was an old game to her and one that she never grew tired of. Only the truly talented ones were able to equal her. This one was new and she wondered just how far he would be able to get with her.
Jason32: 32, 6',
brown wavy hair, hazel
He sounded really nice but, then again, they all do. Still, she was ticked off. She just hated it when they didn't ask for her age. Not that she was going to tell them the truth; not the real truth anyhow. After all, she didn't have to. It was her game and she made the rules. In this place she was twenty-eight-years-old and not one day more. Still, she just hated it when they didn't ask how old she was.
MisDemeanor: Jason, you sound so sexy <s>
She looked down at her white cotton nightgown decorated with green petalled roses and replied,
MisDemeanor: a pair of really sheer black
She shook her head and smiled to herself. Where in the world did these guys ever get the idea that wearing shorts and a tee was sensuous to a woman?
MisDemeanor: Mmmmm, baby, so sexy
It was the age thing. He
didn't ask for her age. What an idiot! She just hated it when
they didn't ask for her age.
There he was. Mina had developed a sixth sense when it came to the guys who were the most interesting. She knew which ones were more bravado than substance and she could spot the good ones immediately. This "MstrPleezr" looked to be one of the good ones.
MisDemeanor: and who would like to know <s>
Ava was very sexy. Mina had worked with her a few years previous to her retirement. She was the office sweetheart; young, very pretty, and sought after by most of the red blooded male employees. Her speedy advancement had less to do with any skills she had as a secretary and more to do with her natural charms. Everyone knew that. Mina had stayed late to finish some filing. Curious upon hearing the commotion in the boss's office, she decided to investigate. Finding Mr. Lockhart and Ava together was not what shocked her. It was seeing the old gentleman down on all fours with a naked woman on his back screaming, "Go, horsie, go!" that surprised her. Mina burst into laughter as she closed the door and scurried to grab her purse and leave. She never squealed on her employer. Of course, the substantial raise she got that week made the scandal easier to keep to herself. Ava was quite a woman and so "Ava" it was. Mina was quite a woman, too.
MisDemeanor: Chad...also a very sexy name <g>
It was her habit to change the information from time to time that chatters make available on their member's information window. At first, she had simply opted to type in "N/A" (not applicable) but she soon found out that clever little descriptions of herself were a turn on to any male who might check her "MI" out before instant messaging her. It currently read, "In a box full of chocolates, I'm the one with the cream filled center."
MisDemeanor: actually, even cuter
Mina opened his "MI" for a quick look. She smiled when she read what he had written in under his nickname. "Did you ever notice that when they invented the alphabet, they forgot to put ‘U' and ‘I' together?" He had a humor besides. She liked that.
MstrPleezr: tell me, Ava, exactly how cute
This was the point in such chats where, should the information be volunteered, it was an indication that the interest level was indeed increasing. She had memorized the description of her alter ego and never changed it. Not only did it always work for her but it kept her out of trouble if a forgotten past boyfriend turned up. After all, there were so many of them.
MisDemeanor: 5'6", long shoulder-length hair,
She was glad that he didn't ask her to e-mail a "pic" (picture) attachment to him just then. There were those who would make that request from time to time. Not only did she not have a scanner to do so, but she wouldn't really be able to send an actual photo of herself, for obvious reasons, to a perspective cyber lover. Although, the thought had entered her mind to have a disk made up using some candid photos of a younger woman; perhaps something from her niece's scrap book. Maybe someday, but not yet.
MstrPleezr: <—29...may i ask you how young you are
He had not disappointed her. The "MstrPleezr" had no idea that she had just handed him the entrance pass to her heart. He was in.
MisDemeanor: <—28...it looks like we have a match!
This was always the best part;
the anticipation. Perhaps he would turn out to be less than expected–perhaps
more. Mina relied on her instincts, as well as her experience, to
help her determine whether or not a perspective cyber mate was worth the
effort. This one was certainly better than average. The anticipation
MstrPleezr: come find me, Ava
She clicked on "Unlisted Rooms" and several titles popped up on the screen in front of her. Down toward the bottom she found "our bedroom suite." She clicked it twice. A small window appeared asking for the entrance password. Mina typed in "Chad & Ava." She was in.
MisDemeanor: here i am...how about a little kiss <puckering>
The scene? No one had ever asked her that before. There was one time when a guy described a fireplace burning and handing her a glass of wine. He also included the mention of some music playing softly in the background. Even though she was anxious to get on with it, she could hold off for a minute or two if this guy had a compulsion to be romantic. It didn't make any real difference to her.
MstrPleezr: we are walking through the lobby
Mina Long's heart really was
pounding. This guy definitely had a way with words. Never before
had she been treated to such a vivid description of such a romantic setting.
Chad was good at this–very good.
The typical cyber tryst usually takes about thirty minutes or so. This time it lasted for almost an hour. She found it difficult to say her goodbyes even though the moment had passed.
MisDemeanor: oh, Chad, that was wonderful
As Harry Babcock exited the room,
he smiled to himself with gleeful happiness. He prided himself on
his natural ability to attract the prettiest dames on the net. His
charm was, at the very least, irresistible. "MisDemeanor" was now
one of the many women who would look forward to his visits with them.
He already knew that she would be one of his main girls but there
were definitely others.