"Old Man" and a Girl

Jamie Dawn's Story
Old Gepetto was used to making little wooden boy puppets. For some reason, he never paid much attention to females. Then, he saw Hannah. He was mesmerized by her beauty. He hugged her and tried to drag her into his workshop. She struggled and refused him until he offered her twenty bucks to pose naked. Now, he makes little wooden girl puppets, and Hannah drops by to pose naked once a week. Her fee has increased to fifty bucks, though, because Gepetto's sales have greatly increased.


Viruswitch's Story
I did it. I did it because they asked me to do it. I didnt want to do it. But I did it. And the worse part of it: I enjoyed doing it. If they had asked me yesterday, I wouldnt have done it. But today, I did it. In a moment of weakness, I forgot my principles. Two strangers in disneyland asked me to take their picture, and I just ... did it!


Mushroom's Caption
"I may be old and oddly-constructed, but by damn, I can still pick up the girls."


Miles to Go's Story
"C'mere honey and let me scratch the itch off your cheek."

Gyp's love has become so banal where he really has lost love's meaning long ago. He is bitter, though it is hard to tell with his painted on face. It is only there to show the world he can make a buck without his son Poker-chip and continue to stick a finger into Mattel's eyes. Outside his adult toy shop he appears okay and he is determined to show he is not lonely while he hocks his feather mustaches for ...well you know... faint memories of kindness, respect, sensitivity and affectionate treatment in what once was his definition of love.


Young at Heart in San Diego's Story
After his 65th birthday, Michael Jackson had finally decided to let his hair go naturally white. The last of his plastic surgeries had left his face virtually immobile, but at least his nose now had a more human aspect to it for the first time since the early 2000’s. And best of all, his eyes were now clearly European blue thanks to new corrective laser surgery, even if it didn’t cure his near-sightedness. Still he felt that wearing reading glasses was much easier to do while sporting big baby-blue eyes rather than the brown ones he was issued at birth. And life was good as he eased into his golden years. The last of the lawsuits were finally settled and he traded the rights to the Beatles songs to the Disney folks for exclusive use of Main Street in Anaheim with one stipulation: he would not pose for any public pictures with young men under the age of 18. So he had to be content with secretly groping flat-chested young girls. All in all, it was not a bad gig.


My Story
Robbing the cradle! That's what they thought when they saw the two together, pretty girl, fresh as a peach, with that weathered old husk of a man, face wizened and hair grizzled with age. She should have selected someone of a similar vintage. After all, they would be together the rest of their lives, and how long would that be? Five thousand, six thousand years? The immortality serum had introduced new social problems into the midst of the dating and growing-old-along-with-whoever-game. Add to that the complications of the serum itself, which caused the men to gray and bloat with age, while the girls remained as sweet as they ever were at sixteen. Perhaps it was the difference in metabolism, perhaps the fact that the serum was invented by a lady scientist. But love is blind, as they say, and so it wasn't so unusual to see men at the tender age of sixteen hundred going around with girls more than twice their age, in spite of what people said.