Hal fully recovered from his 'episode' but became a bit skittish about having wild sex. Enid really didn't blame him, him being 82 and all. Enid, a spry 74 claimed to fear nothing and in fact had high hopes of dying during sex. Of course this put a bit of fear in every partner she had (and just who but a necropheliac wouldn't be a bit nervous?) and yet, that didn't stop many a man (and a few women) from seeking an encounter with the woman who was slowly becoming a legend in the Swinging community. Enid had always been a bit reluctant to take on a woman. She would do almost anything with a man (almost being the operative word-she wasn't a 'sicko') but had steered clear of women. "I'm just strictly Dickly" she would say. However, one day she was visiting the now essentially chaste Hal when his sister dropped by to check on him.
Carol was 77. She looked good. There are three types of old ladies, old ladies who look just that, like an old lady. There were GOOD looking old ladies, the types who maybe don't look entirely their age, but you know damn well they're not YOUNG ladies and of course ugly old ladies. Carol fell into the GOOD category. She hadn't done anything along the lines of surgery and wasn't the type to tried to look young and hot (those often failed miserably), she was just aging very well and very naturally. When Enid met her at the door, Carol leaned in and gave Enid a kiss on the cheek and a bit of a hug. "So, you didn't actually KILL my brother! Wonderful!" She smiled and laughed at that. Enid read immediately that it wasn't a 'dig' it was just a joke. Enid had known Carol for years and had always liked her. They hadn't socialized all that much, but had socialized a bit. They were not strangers in anyway and Carol knew well just how wild Enid could be and of course her brother Hal's exploits were common knowledge amongst his siblings, well all except their sister Lenore who was in fact, a SISTER. Sister Lenore was a Sister of St. Joseph and very devout so naturally, they kept as much about Hal from her as possible, especially now that she was pushing 90.
Enid was aware of Carol's own sexual appetite. Carol was bi-sexual and the night of the famous party when Foster stormed off leaving Enid to fend for herself, Carol had hit on Enid. Enid had never been a beauty but she was not in any way ugly. She had always carried herself very well and had an 'attractiveness' to her. Carol had been a borderline knockout and one time Hal had even admitted to having a few incestual fantasies about his sister, but only Enid had ever heard of this and frankly it was one of the few times Enid had actually been disturbed by anything sexual.
So, here they were, both concerned about poor Hal who after years of self abuse and physical abuse of others was weak and sickly (not really, but he thought so) and had two woman looking after him. One he had enjoyed amazing sex with, and one he only imagined amazing sex with. Life was smiling at Hal, but he just could no longer fully appreciate it. Though the doctors had made it very clear that Hal was fine and could resume a normal routine (they weren't fully aware of what a 'normal' routine was for Hal) Hal didn't see it that way. He had aged mentally by about 10 years in the last month.
Carol entered the house and walked into the den where Hal sat with a cup of now luke warm tea complaining it was too hot. Enid had made if for him about 20 minutes ago, but it was STILL TOO DAMN HOT! Carol stuck her finger in and looked Hal square in the eye and called him a pussy. She took off her coat and sat down on the sofa across from Hal and beckoned Enid to sit with her. Enid did and both looked at the once robust 82 year old who was now frail and bent over.
Carol started, "You son of a bitch. You really expect us to believe that even though you are fine, you're NOT?"
Enid chimed in, "You have more energy at 82 than I have at 74 and I have a shitload of energy, but no, you're going to convince yourself that you're now an old man. BULLSHIT!"
Carol looked at Enid and said in a rather suggestive way, "I can only imagine how much energy you have."
Enid shrugged and smiled. Then she turned her attention back to Hal, "You gonna sell off everything in the basement and buy a cemetery plot? May as well. Hell, don't waste the money on a plot; you're going to need it for the home." Then she noticed that Carol was still just looking at HER. She ignored the gaze and added, "Hal, I refuse to date a man who is a doddering old fool. We had something interesting and fun; now we've slid into something...We've slid into a snow bank. I'm BORED, Hal, B-O-R-E-D!"
"Just how much energy do you have?" asked Carol of Enid.
Enid was trying to ignore the question. For a few seconds she just sat there looking at Hal. Then she turned to Carol and asked, "Just what are you doing? I thought you came here to check on your brother."
"I did. I had no idea you would be here."
Hal was paying close attention to this exchange and no, he hadn't missed what was going on even if he did seem to be in a fog.
"Well, I'm glad you came by. Your BROTHER needs you."
"I know. I also know what I need." Sneered Carol.
Enid got up and asked if anyone wanted tea and asked if Hal wanted his cooled off. He declined but said, "You two are so good to me. I want you to get along, really get along."
"Me too," added Carol and she took Enid's hand.
Enid, who would conquer any man who dared to challenge her, who had made love to more men and handled more penises than most urologists, was suddenly freezing up. She was uncomfortable with women. She had been involved in several orgies where women abounded, but she never touched one. ONCE, in passing she brushed her hand over a breast but it had been an accident and it haunted her. Now and then she'd have a flashback to it and shiver. She was well aware how silly she was about the issue, but none-the-less, it's how she was. Homophobic? No, she looked at it as Homo NO-bic.
Enid went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. It took only about five minutes but she dragged it out for about ten. When she reentered the den, Carol was doing something that truly caught Enid off guard. Carol was rolling a joint. Enid had smoked some pot back in the day but very little and a long time ago. These days, a few shots of Jack Daniels were enough for her, though she preferred a glass or bottle of Zinfandel. Carol just smiled as she finished by moistening the ends to hold them together.
"I'm not much of a pot head," Said Enid.
