Her reverie eased her back to the other men she had known -- or if not even known in the Biblical sense -- had been with her in fantasies. She remembered that movie a few years ago "BLAZE" with that foreign starlet playing Blaze Starr. one of the greatest strippers of all. Gloria herself had been a dancer but never had she stripped. But playing opposite the young Blaze was the biggest heart throb of her life --Paul Newman. Those so blue eyes, direct stare and confident walk. Oh, Gloria felt as she always did when thinking about him, how she's like to encircle his body with her long arms. Sure, in that not so greqt film, he had played a washed up politician, Earl Long, from Louisiana. He had some serious health -- and apparently mental problems. In the movie he had been committed to the "Nut House" while he was still Governor. But, as she recalled, the crafty Long had fired the Docs who had certified him crazy, appointed a sympathetic replacement and gotten his self released. Then he had died just when he was winning another election.
Gloria thought back to the bedroom scenes. Sure they hadn't shown much -- this was supposed to be historical and rated PG. But that young red head had sure helped ole Earl get it up. He had said that he needed to take some pills to "restart his ticker". But I bet those were those green pills older guys use nowadays. But that Blaze did her best to get him going and they did have some good times. Once, Gloria, recalled, she was astraddle while eating a big watermelon. (Maybe that was something symbolic, since he did some good things for the Negroes, not a politically popular act in the South in those days.) Well, she thought to herself, if a guy that good looking, even if in poor health were to knock on her door right now, she would take care of him, without any melon. (Maybe just a few berries on her bush to get his attention --and erection.
Would this guy Rod from the Sex Match. Com be as good? She could hope.
Wasn't it almost time for him to come -- no not that kind -- arrive on her doorstep?
Would she first show him some pictures of her children and grandchildren?
Yes, she had been honest and had told him that she was a grandmother.
Bu then, she could be a grandmother of 40 ( or 50).She a young bride -- and her daughter a teenage mother. Which she was -- acting like a tramp with one guy after another -- none interesting to Gloria no matter how tight their jeans and how young what filled them. But she adored her little grandson, Mikey.
Her thoughts went back to her son, Jeremy, the light of her life, just a year older than the tramp daughter. He had ended his own life with a gun in her basement at age 18. She still puzzled over what had caused that self destructive act by a handsome young man with so much to live for. While she assumed he was no virgin, she also believed that his relationships had been satisfying and not the reason for his death. She also did recall some urging to take on some of his more physically mature friends but had always resisted their raging hormones.
As Gloria continued to gaze at her reflection -- Snow-white style -- she admired the mostly blonde, tall (5foot 9 inches she claimed) well developed breasts (Size DD or better sometimes) slim strong legs (from her dancing career). No, Gloria thought to herself, she was still alright, still sexy enough to turn on any guy -- this
