Deb had gone to the bathroom and came back to find George and Molly slow dancing. Hips broke every day, and yet it hadn’t happened to either of them. They pressed their cheeks together. God, Deb hoped that she and Bill didn’t look that way when they were being romantic. If they did, she’d never dance again. Better not to let anyone see you burn out or fade away.

            George slipped Molly the tongue, and Molly went right along with it. Old people had sex. Deb got it. Of course she understood. There was no reason they shouldn’t, unless one was provided by a physician.

            Molly slid her hand down onto George’s flabby butt. Deb could see the individual...

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