***After she received her sentence from Judge Freeman (Community Service at the Courthouse), Carla continues enjoying the attention of the old men in her life.****
It was difficult to concentrate on my college classes today knowing that I would be volunteering at Mom’s work. A nursing home full of men couldn’t be a bad place for me to serve my community service hours. I got wet just thinking of how I would flash and tease those old farts.
I drove in with my mom who always worked the 3-11 shift. I would take the 5:30 bus home then walk to the daycare center to pick up my baby brother. My sister worked after school so she is not usually home until 10 or 11:00.
Because of some policy I would not be allowed to work in the same wing as my mom, which was fine with me. As a volunteer I get to help with things like wheeling them around to their activities, filling their water pitchers, reading to them, or writing for them or assisting with fun activities. Everyday at 3:00 they had their music time. So I wheeled some old ladies to the recreation room. Even old people have cliques like we do in high school and they each had someone they wanted to be parked by.
As I walked down the hallway, one old man in a wheelchair slapped me in the butt as I passed him. “Hey! Cut that out!” Yet the old man pretended that he didn’t do it. I told the nurse and she told me to ignore him. I wheeled him in a corner where he wouldn’t hurt anyone.
All the folks were assembled together and an old lady with pink hair began to play the piano. She is probably one of the younger people there at the ripe old age of 61. I don’t know her story as to why she’s there. But the old men treated her like Britney Spears and all the old ladies talked about her behind her back.
While she played the piano and they sang songs some of the ladies got up and danced. It was pretty sweet. I sat on a chair by the door and watched a sweet elderly couple dance together. A very old man in about his late 70’s signaled me over to his wheelchair. He was so soft spoken I had to bend over to hear him speak.
“Put your legs together when you sit. I can see your bloomers.”
I was so grossed out and stood the rest of the time. I then wheeled him back to his room at the end of the hallway.
“Pink.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your bloomers. They’re pink.” He said as he smacked his lips.
“Do you like pink?”
“Do now!” He howled with a toothless laugh.
“Very funny Mr. Baker. You act like you’ve never seen pink panties before.”
“My wife always wore those big white ones. Yes, she liked white. Never seen colored one before.”
“Shut up!”
“Pardon me, young lady.”
“I mean really? No way.”
“Nope. Sure haven’t. Only black and white is what they had in our day. Only painted ladies wore red you know.”
“Get out of here. That’s crazy.”
Then he whispered again.
“Excuse me”, as I bent down hear him, “I really like pink.”
I bit my lip and looked around the room and whispered in his ear.
“Do you want to see them again?”
His eyes lit up and I hiked my sundress up before him. I then turned around so he could see the back.
He grinned, shook his head, and giggled at them as he smacked his hand on wheelchair.
I moved my dress back down and went back to work. On my way out, I went by Mr. Baker’s room to say goodnight. He was eating his dinner and just smiled at the sight of me.
“Our secret Mr. Baker. Shhhhhh ok?”
“Ssssshhhhhh.” He replied.
I couldn’t believe how wet I was knowing I had just showed my underwear to a very old man.
It took forever for me to dress for school today. I wanted to wear something special for Mr. Baker. I thought about some pink panties and matching bra under my jean skirt and pink blouse. He seemed to like pink a lot.
When I got there the charge nurse told me I had the same wing and residents for now on. It seems that Baker liked me and he’s been more social. She have me my action sheet and I skipped down the hallway. I took one of my ladies to the in-house beauty parlor to re-dye her pink hair.