Pissing me off about the elderly in nursing homes

 

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I keep hearing and reading about a nursing home that brought in male strippers for the entertainment of the elderly, mostly the elderly women.  Now I hear that some damned adult kid is suing the nursing home on behalf of his mother stating: "She has been defiled."  Get the hell over it Kid!!!!!!!!!!!!

In another news bit I hear: "A nursing home held a Senior Prom for their residents.  To me the strippers is treating the elderly as adults, that Senior Prom is a mockery in my book.  Why?  Well Senior Prom assumes the elderly give a crap about some stupid high school type dance.  Yuck!  While the strippers is giving the elderly the respect they deserve as adults.

Too many damned adult kids think Mom and Dad  or Grandma and Grandpa must be shielded from anything sexual.  Oh my, are the elderly adults now some sort of teenagers who must be protected from sex?  Did the elderly Never have sex?  How do the adult kids figure how They came into this world?  No sex?  Yes, adult elderly have likely had more sex than those cheeky adult kids have ever had.  Grow up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Too many people think elderly adults are dead from the waist down.  Stop it!!!!!!!!

For that stupid adult guy who thinks 'Mom was defiled' by joining in the fun.  I was an Activity Director and I can assure you No One is Forced to attend any activity in a nursing home.  They are asked and apparently Mom said: "Yes."  to attending.  You want to talk stupid lawsuits with me?  

I've seen the pictures of his mom on the news, she is stuffing money into the shorts of a male stripper and she is smiling from ear to ear.  I just want to slap that adult child.  

Stop pissing me off over the elderly in nursing homes.  I have an entire section in my book concerning sex and the elderly. 

 

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After dinner I tried to help clean up the dishes, but Van refused to let me. He said he would just put them in the dishwasher anyway.

I followed him to the kitchen and watched him load the dishes up. I guess I was a bit too close behind him because when he turned around, we bumped bodies. I turned red because I could feel my cheeks burning.

Our faces were inches from each other. We stood there for a second and then Van put his arms around my waist. He pressed his lips against mine. My first real kiss. There were those butterflies again, but much more. Skyrockets, and electric shocks invaded every inch of my body.

I had never felt anything like this before. Suzanne and I would giggle at HBO movies when actors had sex. We even wondered what we would do with our noses and if we had to hold our breath during a kiss. I was glad to know I did not. It all just fell naturally into place, like it was meant to be.

We kissed for a very long time. Then Van stepped back and said: “I would suggest we go for a night swim, but I forgot to tell you to bring your suit.”

“I can wear my bra and panties. Bikinis aren't much more than underwear anyway. Mine even match.”

Again, where in hell did that suggestion come from? It just popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Well I don't want to embarrass you or anything. Are you sure you are OK with that?”

I was a bit nervous, but I didn't want to come off as a kid about it. I nodded my head, yes, hoping I looked confident in my answer.

“Well, OK, I can wear my boxers if it helps you feel better. That OK with you?”

Again, I nodded, hoping my lack of confidence wasn't showing.

 “I'll kill the lights in the house, except for one dim one. Also the outside light. That way neighbors can't see us, but we should be able to see in the water just fine. We can strip our clothes off on the shore.”