Home for Seniors #5
My how time flies when you're having a good time! I can't believe that I've been here at the Home for almost a year now. I moved here as I thought it would be an easier life for me, and I would be around people my own age. Well, I'm not sure that it living here is all that easy, but it sure has been fun! I never expected the "games" that are being played around here.
I have made some good, close friends and not just "gaming partners" the past few months. Max and I usually hang out with each other just about every day. We go hiking out at a state park that is not too far away. We are routinely playing cards or dominoes, going to sporting events and the like. Mike, Dave and Larry join us on a regular basis too. Of course Helen and Gloria are among those I count as close friends now.
Last Monday, as Max and I are entering the Home's dining area for lunch, a couple is standing there, looking around. I come up to them, "Looks like you're new here, can I help you with anything?"
The man says "Hi, we just moved into one of the cottages this weekend, and coming up here for lunch."
"Welcome to the Home, come join us for lunch" and I introduce myself and Max.
He says "I'm George, and this is my pretty little Filipino flower, Irene"
Irene goes "Oh daddy, you shouldn't say things like that. Glad to meet you guys, always nice to meet new friends."
George chimes in with "Yes indeed, she is eager to meet new friends, aren't you my dear."
George is walking with a cane and is wearing a cap that has Retired Air Force embroidered on it, and I make note that I too was in the Air Force many years ago. As we are having lunch learn that George served over 20 years in the military, and that he met Irene while being stationed in the Philippines. Says they were married just before he retired from the military. George looks older than Irene, and he tells us that she is almost 18 years younger than his 80 years.
Irene is small in height, has straight black hair down to her shoulders and is, shall we say, full figured or Rubenesque. Max is really checking her out, and I'll admit, I looking her over too. She seems to notice that we are giving her the eye, and smiles. I mention that while I was in the military, I too had spent some time in the Philippines. Irene then said "Oh I bet you had lots of girl friends and had a lot of fun" and George pipes in "Oh yeah, I'm sure he spent at lot of time in Angeles City."
I say "Oh, indeed I did. That place was really something else; I was very young and did spend a lot of time downtown."
We chatted some more, Max talking more with Irene, while George and I were speaking of our time in the military. As we finish lunch Max and I offer to assist them in anyway. I volunteered to show them around the neighborhood, where the stores and things are. Max said he would be more than happy helping them move any boxes or anything else to assist with their moving in.
We made arrangements to stop by their place the next day after breakfast, to give them a helping hand.
After they leave, Max says to me "That Irene looks pretty good, wonder if George is taking care of her like he should."
"I don't know, maybe we find out more tomorrow. I'm sure that you wouldn't mind 'taking care of her' now would you?"
Max laughs, and says "Maybe we both can take care of her!"
The next morning we go the George and Irene's cottage to see if we can lend a hand. The cottages are larger than the apartments at the home, also more expensive. Two bedrooms, two baths, even have a garage, which we do not have at the apartments.
There were plenty of boxes in the garage and other rooms. Max and I help empty them, and get things put away. George is not very mobile, so Irene was also assisting in this chore. Afterwards, we all went to lunch, and receiving many thanks from George for helping out. Irene told us that we were welcome to come and visit anytime we wanted.
That afternoon, took the couple for a drive around the neighborhood. Irene was sitting in front with me, while George was in the back. I was showing them various stores, beauty shop, barbershop and other places like that, as they were new to the city, not just the local area. As we drove around, Irene would occasionally place her hand on my thigh, and ask some questions are the area. When we got back to the cottage, I had to assist George to get out of the car. I was getting ready to leave, when Irene came over and gave me a big hug, and thanked me. As we separated, her hand conveniently brushed up against my crotch area, and she again said stop on by anytime.
A few days later, it was time for the Home's Social Hour, or Happy Hour as the residents called it. Max and I were sitting together; hoping that Helen and Gloria might would come over and join us. George and Irene came by instead, and we invited to join us. They were telling us about getting a little more comfortable in their new surroundings. Helen stopped by, said hello and introduced herself to the couple, then went over to join Gloria and another lady. We were just talking, getting better acquainted. Irene made note that she was a dancer back in the Philippines, and George made note of that's how he first saw her, as she was performing at a club.
We were having a few drinks; music was playing, when Irene said she would like to dance. George said that he wasn't able to do that anymore, so Max asked Irene to dance, and off they went. George and I were talking about past experiences, especially about the bar scene back in the Philippines. He noted that he was physically no longer able to "get it up", but he still thought about it. He also noted that he felt kind of bad for Irene, and she was more than able to enjoy a love life.