Do it While You Can Part 1

Did you ever like a girl that was older than you? I mean like…waaayy older than you? Pfft. Forget it. It’s a rhetorical question.

Brenda. That was her name. Brenda was a 65 year old, retired math professor who went to prison 5 years too soon. By prison I mean, nursing home.

“Nurse! Nurse!” Brenda screamed, slamming the red call button with her hand.

“What is it honey?” the nurse said in mock respect.

“My…my stomach…gaaah! It hurts!” she yelled, clutching her very abdomen. Though she was 65 she looked no older than 40. Exercise, and appearance were paramount to Brenda, even within this asylum. She hadn’t lost even a strand of her blond hair, and her eyes were crystal blue as ever, and she maintained her voluptuous chest from her youth.

“Where does it hurt Brenda honey? Can you point to it?” She asked, trying to keep her temper under control. Brenda had a tendency to overreact. Last time this happened, which was a little less than a day ago, it was a trapped gas bubble. Nothing that a little Pepto-Bismol couldn’t have cured.

“My…everywhere! Help!” she screamed. The nurse hurriedly shut the door, and clambered over beside Brenda.