Life is Short, Then Perverts Die
---2001 or 2002------
I'm thinking it was Daytona Bike Week of the next year, or a little later in the spring. We stopped at the pizza place and were told by the owners that old Ben, the 80 year old, had died. They told us how old Ben came in several times a week for most of the year, sometimes with a few other old men, talking about the blonde with rings in her nipples and a wet pussy with something shiny hanging down.
Over time Ben's story changed. Old Ben would tell the story in his filthy way, how he'd licked that pussy and fingered it for hours, right there in the pizza place. He'd tell his friends how he fucked the blonde several times every week when he took her back to his house. Old men lie and old men believe their dreams.
The pizza guys said at first they'd tell Ben's buddies the real story. But when they all saw how excited old Ben was and how he believed his own version, they are sure he died dreaming about what happened with the blonde, his way. Dollie cried.
We'd been in the pizza parlor for quite some time when two old men hobbled in. Pizza guy number 'One' told those old men that this was old Ben's blonde lover. As we sat there eating our pizza we talked. We lied and agreed with the questions we were asked about old Ben eating Dollie's pussy, as we ate pizza with him, more than a year before. Dollie was smiling and adding to the lies. After all, Ben was gone and no one else would know except us and the pizza shop owners.
