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Non Assisted Living

By: Humpdee84



Edgar was old. He accepted that. He was in a 'retirement' home. "Screw that" he thought, "it's a damn nursing home." Edgar's wife of 54 years, Alison had passed about 4 years prior. His sons and daughter had tried to take care of Edgar, or Eddy but found it too hard. "Hard my ass," Eddy would say, "It's not like I need CARE or anything."

Eddy would occasionally forget things, occasionally get lost when walking around the neighborhood and had fallen on two, TWO occasions. Ok, so the kids were concerned that their 84 year old father was going to get hurt, but it's not like he was an invalid. He wasn't, not at all. He was still pretty active and was able to move around well. He had enjoyed taking care of his yard and his home, even though after Alison was gone, it didn't seem as much like home. That was why the kids had him move in with them. First Jane his 28 year old, his youngest. "HOLY CRAP!" had been his reaction when Alison had announced she was pregnant. "I'm too friggin' OLD to have another kid!" He was kind of right, but abortion was very much out of the question. "You don't have to be a Catholic to hate the idea of killing your own kid!" said the devout (sort of) Methodist. So, Jane had been born to a 54 year old man and his 53 year old wife. How, they never really understood, but considered Jane a true blessing.

Until Jane said, "Dad, I love you so much but you're kind of cramping my style. No guy wants to date a girl who lives with her Dad." 

He took the 'F.U.' in stride and moved on to Steve who was now 44. It didn't work out with Steve who tried to pass him on to Rudy (47) who wanted no part of Dad since they falling out they had over Bill Clinton back in 1992. Everyone said Rudy was a total douche for holding onto that, and he was, but that was Rudy. "I love that miserable little shit, as much as I don't want to!" Eddy said many times after Rudy wouldn't let the argument go, even after Eddy had apologized, and didn't feel he HAD to, but wanted to reconnect with his son. Nope, Rudy WAS a miserable douche!

He got passed to Frank (48), Samantha (49) and Bob (54) and each time, something went wrong or they found they didn't have enough room. Finally his oldest, Rick (56) gave it the best shot. He kept Eddy around for almost a year before one February night when Eddy went for a walk, got lost about a mile from home and then slipped on the ice, fracturing his elbow. It had taken almost 2 hours to find Eddy who by now was near freezing. He went straight to the Emergency Ward at St. Leonard's Hospital and was admitted for the fracture and early hypothermia. After 2 days, he was allowed to go home, but Rick lamented on how it was killing him. He tearfully went on for almost an hour about how worried he always was, how much it was affecting his core family and how Eddy should truly consider a 'retirement' home. Always it was a 'retirement' home. 

In truth, Eddy was in an assisted living complex that was almost as fun as a condominium for Senior Citizens. He had plenty of activities (yeah, BINGO was one of them) but it wasn't limited to OLD PEOPLE stuff. They had a weekly dance, a piano bar which served beer and wine (three drink MAXIMUM)as well as some hard liquor, plus a pool, a game room, movie night and even a 3 alley bowling alley. "OK," Eddy thought to himself, "This is pretty fucking good!" Eddy, being a Korean War veteran (6 years active Army, 2 years in-active), was a true gentleman to all the ladies, but occasionally could swear like nobody's business.

One day Eddy was in the game room with a few of his cronies. It was wonderful how the vast majority of the residents made friends easily and would group up. Eddy, Roscoe, LeRoy and Sheldon were sitting playing "Battleship", winner playing the next and the next. Roscoe had spent 12 years in the Navy and would often say just how silly the game was, only to be told to "Shut Up Swabie" by LeRoy, the Marine in the group and a World War 2 Veteran. At 94 he was oldest in the group and would often let them know it in no uncertain terms. Sheldon had been in the Army from about 1956-1964 getting out just prior to the Vietnam War really gearing up. He always said he was one of the luckiest men alive. He had just turned 80. All of them had their issues, age will do that, but overall, they were still very much on their games. Especially LeRoy who was sharp as a tack, just had a balance issue, that's why he had ended up here instead of staying in his fancy retirement community.

And another thing Huntington House had were plenty of ladies. The boys all liked that. Well, there were a few here and there who batted for the other team, as many of the guys said, but the vast majority all had the attitude, "I love everyone and everyone should love me, just watch the hands!" LeRoy had no less than three girlfriends, one of whom was a mere 67; a cradle robber.

Sheldon had one nice lady he kept company with. Sarah Schwartzman was a lovely woman of 87. Sheldon said, he always liked older women. Lately they hadn't spent as much time together, but they were close. Sarah had developed dementia since she and Sheldon 'hooked up' and it had been tough on both of them, but Sheldon still went by her room, a double, every other day for about an hour until she either got tired of him or forgot who he was there to see. Sheldon found it heart breaking, but still, she was something else.

Roscoe was the only one who was still actually married. His wife Lenore lived in town nearby. She was about 60 though Roscoe never really told anyone. She'd show up now and then but it was obvious that he was here and she was there because neither could really stand one and other. Roscoe was good with that and didn't let his 'institutionalization' interfere with his social life.

Eddy, having only moved in about a year prior had made several female friends but nothing clicked. He still missed Alison greatly. She had been the apple of his eye, the core of his existence and the dream of his life. He would still occasionally cry at night when he thought of her. She had been a bombshell when she was young but unlike some women, as she aged, she didn't age well. Eddy didn't see it that way. She was a bombshell even lying in the casket at her wake. It had been tough saying good bye to the only woman he had ever loved and even in his time overseas, the only woman he had EVER slept with and the only woman he ever wanted to. 

However, Eddy wasn't one to cling TOO tightly to the past and knew he had to move on and enjoy the years he had left, be they 1 or 20. Everyone told him that mourning wasn't going to allow him any enjoyment and they were right, but he still mourned, now and then, and privately. Though, he would now and then start to talk about her to whomever. He couldn't help it, everyone understood. Well, Roscoe had a tough time with it. "Dammit, if I could just get that old battle axe to die, I'd take her insurance and buy a Lincoln and we'd all go to Vegas! Or somewhere closer. I might get lost going to Vegas."

As the game of "Battleship" continued, with the Swabie beating the crap out of the Marine (which the two Army vets found HILARIOUS!) a new resident was getting a tour. Sheldon spotted her first and he just gasped leading LeRoy to call B-3, which he had already called. He got a bit angry at Sheldon until he looked over and saw what he was gasping about. "HOLY SHIT! She's a looker, ain't she boys?"

They all looked over and saw this stunning woman of maybe, 77 strolling along with the tour guide/activities coordinator, Lydia Lindscott. She had long grey hair in a pony tail (something many older women couldn't carry off, but SHE did) and a nice figure. Her make-up was very tastefully done. The women in the House often either went overboard and looked like clowns or whores or went au natural. She had it perfect. 

"I'm hard for the first time in 10 years," said Roscoe, adding, "Or is it five. Shit, I've lost track. I could swear..."
LeRoy cut him off, "Will you pipe down. You're distracting me from my oogling."

As they gazed with lust upon the new resident, secretly they each began to form a plan of attack. Each knew the other would be interested and figured they'd have to get to her first. Well, not so much Sheldon. He paused as he looked and then said, rather quietly to himself, "Eh, whatever." And he got up and said, "I'm going to visit Sarah." And he left.

Eddy just gazed at her. She WAS stunning. He thought how it was funny that he and his guys would often look right past gorgeous women in their 40s or younger and be thoroughly impressed with women over the age of 65. He recalled when he was in his 40s ignoring the 20 some-things for the older women. "Age can change you," He once told his son Rick when HE turned 50.

As they watched her, she was suddenly approached by Stan Kachinsky, a guy in his 90s who had never been in the service. Four-F he had claimed! "LAZY SLACKER!" LeRoy had exclaimed. However, Stan had the paperwork to prove it, even after all these years. Stan might have been in his 90s, but he was one of the most mentally and physically fit guys there. At the dances, he could Jitter-Bug for minutes at a time. His Stroll was a huge hit. Whereas many of the residents would only last for about 5 minutes, if you got Stan Strolling, he could go all night. Granted it wasn't exactly a fast dance like the Twist or the Jitter-Bug, it was still a fair amount of work, especially for anyone over 70. Stan still had ALL of his hair and was pretty well put together, still working out in the House gym three days a month, sometimes more. He had almost all of his original teeth and with a Masters Degree in English Literature; he could talk up any woman and charm the pants off of her. He dressed impeccably as well. All the guys hated him, even his friends, though in a different, jealous kind of way. 

Eddy watched as Stan walked up and began to chat up the new comer. She was very polite and shook Stan's hand. She smiled ("what a smile," thought Eddy) "What a SMILE!" said Roscoe. As Stan introduced himself the new girl just smiled and they could see she just wanted to continue the tour and wasn't interested in Stan. 

"YOUSA!" shouted LeRoy as he leapt from his chair. 

Every looked over at him and he sheepishly sat back down. "The game, I think I'm winning." And he turned back to the boys and said, "Ah, who's turn is it?"

They finished the game, Roscoe beating the living daylights out of LeRoy who was still suffering the sting of his outburst.

That night at dinner, the boys took their usual seats, well, Sheldon was still missing, but that would happen now and then. They looked over the menu. The Huntington House offered a meal plan where you had the option of 7 meals in the dining room per week. You could either have breakfast or dinner or just one or the other. Since most of the rooms had a small kitchenette, the residents could make their own meals. Eddy had opted for the meal plan and usually broke it up with 2 breakfasts and 5 dinners per week. He liked the social aspect of community dinners. He did enjoy just rolling out of bed and making his own breakfast, but felt now and then it was good to let someone else do the work. This plan worked well for him. The 'gang' had dinner all together on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Every night at least two of them were there, but it alternated. The guys liked this, especially LeRoy who would often say that if he had to eat with all of them every night, he'd have flashbacks to Guadalcanal. "Eating with the same guys EVERY SINGLE DAMN NIGHT, should only happen in war. This AIN'T war." 

It was now Friday and it would be Eddy and Roscoe. They sat at their usual table, knowing they'd have to share. They were fine with it. If the three they put with them were boring, they'd have each other to talk to. Over came the tour guide, Ms. Lindscott. "Would you guys mind if a new resident sat with you? I'm trying to make it easier for her to get to know folks and this table has three empty seats."

"Yeah, why not?" said Roscoe, HOPING it was that dame they had seen earlier. IT WAS! Ms. Lindscott brought her over and introduced her. "This is Roscoe...ah, I'm sorry, your last name escapes me." She began.

"Fairweather; Roscoe Fairweather. I am humbled to be at your service."

"Hi, I'm Eddy McFarlane. I'm pleased to meet you." Both stuck out their hands at the same time and the woman, not knowing which way to go, stuck out both hands and said, "I'm Nellie. Nellie Shay. It's fucking awesome to meet you guys!"

Both Eddy and Roscoe were a bit shocked. It wasn't that unusual to hear a woman in their age bracket to use such language, but she didn't LOOK the type.

"What's good for grub in this fucking place?" She asked. Both the boys noticed that Ms. Lindscott had just vanished.

"Eddy? I don't know, what do you usually order?" asked Roscoe, not knowing how to handle this. He was picturing this woman sounding like someone out of "Masterpiece Theatre". 

There were always three choices on the menu and the menu would change every night. Fridays it was often a fish dish, a hamburger of some sort and roast pork. "Uh, I guess fish?" said Eddy.

"Fish sucks. I think the fucking hamburger looks good. Do they put it on a bun or on the plate with some fucking vegetables? I would rather the veggies. Gotta watch my fucking weight, am I right? Shit, I don't want to end up some fat old whale." And she laughed like hell. 

Eddy and Roscoe laughed along, uncomfortably. 

They ordered dinner and then decided to visit the lounge for a glass of wine. When they got there Nellie asked the bartender, "You got any fucking whiskey in there or just pussy assed shit?"

The bartender said he did have whiskey but not top shelf. Would she like some of the lesser brand? "Why the fuck not?" She bellowed and slapped her hand on the bar. She turned to her new companions and said, "Eddy, right? You drinking GOOD stuff or that wine you mentioned. Should I say WHINE?" and she laughed again, once more slapping her hand on the bar.

Eddy hadn't had whiskey in a few years. He's always been a Crown Royal guy finding Canadian Whiskey much smoother than Scotch. He said, "What the fuck, I'll take a fucking whiskey!"

Roscoe was stunned. He'd heard Eddy swear, but it was not a common thing. Was this woman becoming a bad influence? He shuffled up to the bar and said, "FUCKING WHISKEY!" Roscoe was NOT going to be shown up, and he still liked the idea of getting in this woman's pants.

The three of them sipped their drinks and got acquainted. Nellie had been married to George for over 30 years. He had been her third husband. The first was Sam, and..."That scumbag just used me for sex. He'd fuck the shit out of me then go out and fuck the shit outta some other bitch. I dumped him, FAST! I was 19 when I dumped him." Roscoe gulped his drink and went for another. "ME TOOOOOO!" Nellie shouted in a sing song manner. "Yeah, me too," added Eddy.

Roscoe brought back the three drinks and sat them down. Eddy had half of his first drink to go, Nellie's first drink was gone, then so was her second. "I'll tell you about number 2. What a wonderful man he was. So sad he got run over by a truck on our third week of marriage. Stupid jerk should have been watching more carefully. What a cock that guy had. Hung like a fucking horse! I never had sex like that again. I was 22 and sure I'd never find another man like him. I'm talking HUNG oh, and sweet. What the fuck was his name?"

Roscoe downed number two. Eddy just sat sipping, listening. Then, Eddy asked, "So, what about YOU. Tell us about YOU. Where are you from, what did you do? Forget the husbands."

Nellie downed her second and sent Roscoe up for refills. When he got back, she said, "I was an English teacher. High School for 20 years then, I moved on up in the world and taught at a college for four years before retiring. Best fucking years of my life. I met George when I was at the high school. We fucked like rabbits and then then I got knocked up. He was sweet. I really loved him, ya know? I was 28, he was 40. We really hit it off. Of course his wife was unhappy but as soon as he dumped her, we tied the knot! Terrific 30 years until his heart attack on his 60th birthday. Very sad."

Eddy was mesmerized. She was fascinating. Roscoe started to think of his own wife and how much better he could have done!

Once George was gone, I played the field for a few years. I got laid at more frat parties than you can shake a stick at. High school teaching was fun, but once I moved on to college, it was a whole new world. I didn't have to hide it when I made it with a student like at the high school!" and she laughed like hell at that one. "I'm kidding boys, really." And she winked and nudged Roscoe who smiled and groaned.

Roscoe reached over and finished Eddy's first drink when he heard Nellie whisper to herself, "ah, young cock."

Suddenly LeRoy came through the door and he zeroed in on Eddy and Roscoe and...HER! He almost ran (rather quickly walked) over to the table and sat down. "Hello all. How is everyone tonight?" then sticking out his hand towards Nellie he said, "Hi, I'm LeRoy. USMC. My, you are lovely. What might the name of this beautiful flower be?"

"I'm Nellie. Pleased to fucking meet you!" and she shook his hand, like a Marine. "Wow, some grip." 

"Yeah, I'm good." LeRoy giggled. "You should see what else I can do." He added. Roscoe and Eddy just looked at him.

They sat and chatted while LeRoy got his drinks. He got a little upset when Roscoe grabbed his second drink and finished it. Roscoe was getting woozy. LeRoy was just getting started. Nellie got up and walked over to the bar. It was apparent she could hold her booze. "Hey, how strong is that 3 drink max rule around here? You gonna shut off three VETERANS and a TEACHER? What the fuck are you, a COMMIE?"

The bartender tried to reason with her but finally said, "Tell NO ONE, just leave me alone." And he poured four more.

Nellie brought them over and all four of the toasted the 'good old days' and kept talking. LeRoy was becoming more and more impressed with this lady. Roscoe was torn between turned on and scared. Eddy just could not get past how lovely she was. He barely heard anything but sweetness coming from her, whereas Roscoe was hearing EVERYTHING and looking at EVERYTHING. He noticed that as they spoke, she suddenly had three, not one button undone on her pink blouse. He could clearly see her lacy black bra and her cleavage was outstanding. Eddy didn't seem to look past her face and LeRoy was so involved in what she had to say, even HE was oblivious to the marvelous show being put on. Those tits were FANTASTIC!

"So, dija ever make out with a teacher, boys?" asked Nellie. "I mean, when youze was in school?" She was getting a bit tipsy now, but Roscoe, who WAS tipsy wondered if she really was. She seemed to have a hollow leg. Was she setting them up. Roscoe scared himself by thinking rationally instead of just enjoying the show being put on by this lovely woman. 

LeRoy said, "I never did finish High School. My country needed me."

Roscoe suddenly got indignant, "Hey, you were 22 when you joined up, you told us. If you didn't finish high school, don't be blamin' the war."

LeRoy just shushed him and looked back at Nellie. "Don't mind him. Shrapnel to the brain." And he winked.

Eddy asked, "Nellie, do you like to dance?" as he heard Stardust come on in the background. Nellie said she did and they got up.

Roscoe and LeRoy just looked at each other in disbelief. They watched as Eddy dance slowly and closely with Nellie. Eddy seemed to be falling for her. Roscoe said, "I'd fall into bed, but in love is another matter all together. I could NEVER introduce her to my family."

LeRoy said, "I'd be PROUD to introduce her to MY family and then tell them to go shit in their hats if they didn't like her."


Non Assisted Living



Eddy and Nellie danced long and slow, right through the next song, an Eddie Fisher song that Nellie said she always loved. She seemed like a different person, only dropping two 'f' bombs while they danced. Eddy didn't even hear them. He just kept gazing into her eyes and admiring he smile. When the dance was done, Nellie thanked Eddy and started back for the table. Eddy stopped her and gave her a small kiss. Then, he escorted her back to sit.

About an hour went by but with no more whiskey, they got thirsty. "I'll let you guys in on a secret," Nellie said, leaning forward. "I've got a bottle of Crown Royal in my room. Hell, I've got TWO fucking bottles. Let's open 'em up!"

"You know, that's ok. There's no rule saying you can't have...."

LeRoy cut Roscoe off and simply said, "Let's fucking go and land on that beach!"

When they got back to Nellie's room, she broke out the Crown Royal and poured each a hefty amount. They sat and talked and even Roscoe, who was actually drunk now, felt like it was more relaxed in Nellie's room than in the lounge. Nellie seemed to tone down the language and everyone was now laughing and just having a good old time. Roscoe also began to notice that he could see right up Nellie's skirt and, he could SWEAR she did not have panties on. He sipped from his glass, staring right between Nellie's legs then put his glass down and wiped his now drooling mouth.

Then Roscoe, smiling to himself, passed out, COLD! Several minutes after, Eddy checked to make sure he wasn't dead. Overall however, it was decided that Roscoe would just sleep there overnight. It's not like there was any bed check or anything. Roscoe began to snore and it put everyone at ease. The noise was actually comforting. 

LeRoy was still trying like hell to really impress Nellie but he was getting a bit too drunk himself and suddenly realized he had drank more in the past two hours than in the past two years combined. He got up, literally marched into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, while at 'at ease' with his arms behind his back. After the second assault, he did an about face and marched out. He looked at both Eddy and Nellie and became beet red. He then said....SLURRED, "Permission to be dismissed?"

They gave him permission and he walked into the door. Then he opened the door and, they found out the next day, after about 20 minutes of marching around, found his room and slept until noon the next day. The staff had gone to check on him twice finding him alive. They just let him be, the smell of whiskey telling them most of what they had to know.

This left Eddy and Nellie essentially alone. They kept talking even more relaxed than before and Nellie seemed to transform into another woman, much softer and sweeter than the longshoreman she first seemed to be. Eddy told her all about Alison and his years with her. He told her about his kids and his service. Nellie said, "Can I confess something to you?"

Eddy hoped it would be that she hadn't been married three times and that she was actually just like him. He said, "Sure, of course."

"I've actually been married four times but one didn't count since it was in Las Vegas, we were both drunk and married. We screwed around in his hotel room after and when we woke up the next day, we went to city hall and had it annulled. They were great, said they did it all the time, for a fucking FEE!" 

Eddy didn't care. She was beautiful. "Can I kiss you?" asked Eddy out of the blue.

"I just met you. What kind of girl do you think I am, asshole?" growled Nellie. 

Eddy sat upright, suddenly feeling no effects from the booze. "I'm, I'm sorry. What was I thinking? I should go," stammered Eddy.

Nellie laughed. "Oh come here." And she kissed him fully, tongues and all. Eddy went into a trance and just went with it. He was in Heaven. He couldn't believe this amazing creature was interested in HIM! As they kissed, Nellie ran her hands all over Eddy and untucked his shirt. Eddy held her tighter and kissed her more deeply. 

Then Nellie stepped back and opened her shirt revealing the lacy black bra that Roscoe had noticed earlier. Eddy just stared and for the first time in a few years, began to get a hard on. He reached for her as she slid off the bra and cupped her breasts. Then he lowered himself to his knees and undid her skirt, sliding it down over her waist and onto the floor, seeing for the first time she had no panties on. He also noticed that she had shaved off her pubic hair. He knew it was the thing to do these days, but a woman THIS AGE? He kissed her right where the pubes SHOULD have been. Nellie spread her legs a bit and gave Eddy access. He ran his hands up and down her legs and then clutched her buttocks, pulling her closer to him. Nellie moaned and reached out to steady herself on Eddy's shoulders as he licked her. She wasn't as wet as a younger woman would be, but she was no barren desert either. He could taste her as she secreted her womanly juices and he used his hand to rub her. 

Nellie stood him up and pulled him closer to the bed sitting on the edge. She undid his pants and lowered them to the floor, boxers and all. He had already kicked off his shoes but left his socks on so his feet wouldn't get cold.

She took his rigid cock into her mouth and began to slowly suck it. His testicles were hanging a little less low tonight and she supported them with her free hand as she sucked and licked him, getting his member all lubricated. 

Eddy began to sway back and forth, the whiskey had taken its toll, but this was far different and far better than the buzz the booze had given him. It had been so long that Eddy began to fear that he wouldn't last so he slid his hands around her head and moved it back. She looked up and he said, "I want to put it in you. I can't be sure I'll last and I want to satisfy you so badly."

Nellie smiled, gave his cock a little extra kiss and his testies and little extra tickle and then lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. "Do it to me." She whispered.

Eddy got up on the bed and inserted himself into her. He was a good 5 inches long and about 3 inches around, nothing to sneeze at. He slid himself in as deeply as he could and pulled back, popping out. He used his hand to guide himself back and found his rhythm, not fast, certainly not too slow. Nellie seemed to be enjoying this.

He pumped back and forth into her now very wet love hole and felt like he hadn't felt since, well, long before Alison had died. He felt like a young virile man, pounding away at this voluptuous sexy woman. In and out and in and out until he could hear Nellie moaning. She kept lifting her hips to meet him as he shoved himself into her over and over again. Then he felt it, it was coming on like a freight train. There was nothing he could do to stop it. His orgasm was going to happen, his first in, who gave a damn how long it had been, he was living in the NOW! 

Over in his chair, Roscoe came around, slightly. His eyes couldn't open much at all but he needed to take a leak. He got up, staggered towards the bathroom and undid his pants. He dropped his pants to the floor entirely and pissed into the toilet. His aim was miraculous all things considered. Roscoe flushed, pulled up his trousers, washed his hands and headed back for the chair. He glanced at the two lovers going at it like no tomorrow, stared for about 15 seconds then went back to the chair where he passed out again, COLD!

Eddy grunted, moaned and managed to say, "I'm gonna cum. I can't hold it back."
"CUM, go on, cum inside me," replied Nellie.

He did. He shot a few drops of semen into her but he felt like he had just had the greatest orgasm in the history of sex. He all but screamed as he finished, leaving his dick inside of her, relishing the moment, not wanting it to end.

Nellie purred, "Pull out. I didn't cum yet." 

She guided him to the bed with his head at the foot, then she lay opposite him in 69 position but on their sides. She made it clear, he only had to use his hands while SHE used her mouth. He had no issues with this and began to rub her pussy in slow, deliberate circles, glancing over her clit rather than attack it head on.

Nellie took Eddy's slowly descending cock and licked him clean giving him the one of the biggest rushes of his life, almost cumming again. Nellie just shuddered as she came tightening her thighs on his hand, not letting him go as he managed to rub just a bit more causing her to buck wildly until she too was finished. They both just lay there looking at each other for a few minutes while they caught their breath. Then Eddy moved up and held her. "I've been without a woman for years. Thank you for that. I feel so magnificent. You're quite a woman, Nellie."

Nellie smiled and then they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Roscoe was the first to wake up. It took him a few minutes for his eyes to focus and when he was Nellie and Eddy holding each other naked, he nearly passed out again. He jumped up and almost ran out of the room and back to his own. When he got there he just kept saying, "If ONLY I hadn't passed out!"

At breakfast that morning, Nellie and Eddy showed up first. They were joined by Roscoe (who just sat dumbfounded and said very little, but grinned a lot) and LeRoy.

"I made a fool of myself last night. Please forgive me," said LeRoy looking at the table and awkwardly playing with the silverware. 

"No problems Buddy," Said Eddy with a HUGE grin on his face. "Worked out pretty well."

"I'll say, you DAWG," added Roscoe.

When they all saw the confusion on LeRoy's face, apparently not picking up on what others might find obvious, they simply said, "We'll tell you later. Nothing for you to be sorry about. It' happens. Sit, have some OJ."

As they sat and ate, Sheldon wandered in. They looked over seeing him and beckoned him to join them. Sheldon wasn't moving very fast and was seemingly in a bit of a daze. The boys all looked at each other sensing what might have happened. Sheldon sat.

"What's up, Shel?" asked LeRoy, "is it Sarah?"

Sheldon began to softly cry. It wasn't a weep, it wasn't a sob, just a soft cry and he leaned his head on his hand. "We knew it was a matter of time, well I know she knew inside. Her time came last night. They let me be with her for a while even after they declared her..."

LeRoy was the first to hug his friend and even the tough old Marine had a tear in his eye. Nellie, not knowing the story, simply sat quietly, feeling the pain that was pulsating around the table. Roscoe got up and put his arms around Sheldon then Eddy followed suit. Sheldon said, "Thanks guys. You are great. Thanks."

He looked up and saw Nellie. Trying to muster himself back, away from his sorrow, putting on a brave face, he sniffled and wiping his nose with a handkerchief, asked, "So, who is this lovely lady?"

"Hi, I'm Nellie. I'm so sorry. How long were you two together."

"Not really all that long, but it was good. She was a wonderful woman. I may never meet another one like her." Then he added, "But you're a beautiful woman and you seem sweet. Who knows, maybe..." he let his words trail off. 

"Boys, you be nice to this woman and maybe she'll like you like Sarah liked me."
Roscoe said, "Or MORE than Sarah liked you."

Nellie and Eddy giggled. LeRoy just sat confused and Sheldon ordered orange juice.