Comforted by the teen caregiver
An older gentleman in a residential home couldn’t deny his urges after being teased by a beautiful teen caregiver.
I sighed. Even as my hand shook, I tried to stroke the picture of my wife, Agatha. Twenty years, she had left my side, yet the pain felt as fresh as the day I buried her.
It was nice seeing the grandchildren when I could, though. I could see some aspects of Agatha in…