From the article: "But with Dorothy, she said, "it was love." One day, the staff noticed that they were sitting together, then before long they were taking all their meals together, and over a matter of weeks, it became constant."
"Bob's" son: Oh, sure, Love. Hah! They were OLD. Let's not forget that! The elderly can't feel love like we do, and they especially can't (shouldn't) make whoopie. Let's' not forget that, people!
Excuse me, folks, but I have a little thing called an Inheritence to worry about! My senile, old pop just might blow it all on some floozy w/a blue rinse and some two-timin' ways. We can't have that!
But the *real* reason is, it just Sickens me to think they were doing the deed...at Their Ages! For the love of God, do you even Know what My Own heart went through, when I walked in the door and saw them at it, like two, pathetic, wobbly, old aged rabbits?
Gross!!!!
And, when I saw Her handling his...well, You know...Thing, that way, my God, I almost had a hear attack, Myself! The very Thing that helped Me exist, being assaulted by her old-lady passion! Lordy! Lordy!
Old people need to realize their place! They need to settle down, pray to the Lord and look presentable (wipe off that spittle, Dad) when we decide to visit them.
Sex is wrong! It's really filthy and bestial, but, at least Young people and even Middle-aged people like me are not Disgracing Ourselves when we decide to indulge in it!
It's all about Me, okay!?! I matter, not Dear Old Dad and That slattern he only Thought he fell in love with!
Hell, he had Dementia, anyway, People! He wouldn't know love if the Love-Boat, itself, rammed into him, and then backed up and did it again!
Love! Hah. As if Love really matters at that age!
Oh, don't get me wrong: Proper love that is truly Loving Love is fine with Me and the Lord (hint: such Pure Love does Not involve Any bodily fluids being exchanged between people, save for the tiniest amount of salivia that might flow from a Pure and Chaste peck on the cheek...and I'm talking of the upper cheeks, people, Not the lower ones)!
Yeesh. Get your minds out of the gutter!
I can't even imagine Where her mouth might have been before it decided to get so rougish and bold with my Daddy's sacred, aged, Private bodily member that way!
The sheer Gall of that woman! Sinner! Fallen Woman! Old Hag with An Itch! For Shame!!!
Well, thank Goodness That's all over with, now!
Now, all Dad wants to do is drool into his oatmeal, and that's Just As It Should Be.
Keep in mind that I'm not a bad man, just a Loving Son. I'm not the Jailer of Love or the Preventer of Passion, just a dutiful family member carrying out the Best Wishes of my dead, old Dad (if he only could Know them Like I Do)!
(O my god....Dad, Dad! Dad, put Down that Knife Right Now!...Hey, how'd you get ahold of that thing, anyway...Nurse! He's Coming At me!...Dad! Dad! How Could You DO this to me! Dad, it Hurts....O, God, the Blood...Hey, You're Really Strong for an Old Geezer...Dad, Please Stop! ARRRGGGGG)!!!!!
