Janet stood naked in her bathroom, looking in the mirror, judging herself.
She saw an eighty-year-old woman with grayish hair, wrinkles trying to claim every inch of her face, the beginnings of a double chin, her neck starting to sag, her arms still looked ok, but the beginnings of bat wings making their presence known, her nipples pointing at the ground on flat elongated breasts, her pudgy stomach more prominent, her pubic hair looked like an unmowed prairie, her flabby legs shook with every step. Looking behind herself at her bottom was just as depressing, jiggling and saggy.
She had never married and hadn't had a boyfriend in years. Who would want to make love to her? "No one is fucking this." She turned to leave the bathroom, slipped, and fell on slippery tiles. Falling, she hit her head, passing into unconsciousness.
When Janet woke, she was lying on the bathroom floor, hearing Walter Cronkite delivering the night's national news. She listened to Appolo eleven landing on the moon and Neil Armstrong stepping off the lunar lander. Looking around, she was in an old apartment she lived in sixty years ago with her parents.
She rose from the floor, walked into an empty living room, turned off the television, and headed to the kitchen. When she did, she passed a mirror. Glancing at it, she was shocked. Standing, facing her, was a beautiful twenty-year-old version of herself.
She searched the apartment, looking for her parents. She was alone. A sudden knock at the door startled her. Looking through the peephole, she saw an old boyfriend, the love of her life that she cheated on, driving him away.
Handsome, at nearly six feet tall, he towered over her, his chiseled chin, steel gray eyes, tanned skin, and tousled brown hair making her pussy wet with desire.
She threw open the door and jumped into his arms, screaming, "Jimmy!"
Lowering her, he said, "Janet, I'm glad to see you too." "Are you ready for our date?"
Confused but not wanting to pass up one more chance to be with him, she said, "Yes, where are we going?"
"True Grit, I love John Wayne."
Leaving with Jimmy, her world suddenly changed. Jimmy was gone; she felt old, her hands wrinkled, and the cars looked modern.
She turned around and walked back into the apartment, searching out the mirror. Seeing the twenty-year-old self again, she fainted.
As days passed, Jimmy came to her door every evening with another date offer. He vanished every time she walked out of the apartment, and she returned to her old age.
On this particular day, Janet invited Jimmy in, watching him turn into an old man as soon as he crossed the apartment threshold.
Janet could see him, but he called out for her, asking where she went when she vanished.
Day after day, she tried different tactics, eventually realizing they could only be young together at the door, Jimmy outside the open door, and her inside.
Janet set a chair outside the door and one inside so they could sit and talk. They were touching hands at the threshold, kissing at the threshold, nothing more.
Janet had an idea and called a contractor to add a second door inside the apartment, a vestibule that wouldn't be inside or outside.
Keeping a chair outside the original door, she sat in the new vestibule when Jimmy knocked on her door; she told Jimmy her plans.
"Jimmy, sit inside the vestibule; let's see what happens."
Jimmy stepped across the original threshold and didn't age. Janet was beside herself. She jumped into his arms again.
They talked for hours, kissed, and eventually caressed each other. Jimmy asked if she had an extra mattress. Neither was interested in making love on a cold tile floor.
When Jimmy came to the door the next day, Janet had a mattress, a small table, candles, and chairs ready for him.
That evening, they were able to make love. Jimmy explored her body, kissing his way down to her pussy, licking her, and bringing her to an orgasm. Janet turned to Jimmy's penis, caressing it to a stiff erection, kissing it, turning to Jimmy, "Fuck me." Every evening, drinking in Jimmy, giving herself to him, Janet was in bliss, missing him for so long, not wanting him to leave. She knew he couldn't live in the tiny room. She was teary-eyed when he left every night.
The two lovers continued their arrangement for weeks until, one day, Jimmy knocked on her door. She ran to answer the door, yanking the outer door open, stopping, seeing a scowl on Jimmy's face.
"What's wrong, Jimmy?"
