What in the hell is wrong with me?
I can’t seem to stop watching the brunette in her little white bikini. It’s disgusting behavior on my part. Foul. She’s obviously friends with my granddaughter and that probably means they are the same age. Early twenties. Way, way too young. Criminally so.
This isn’t a problem I usually have—lusting after younger women. Hell, I like s*x as much as the next guy, but only with women of an appropriate age. And only when I have time. Once it’s over, that’s it. The physical need has been fulfilled and I can move on to more important s**t. But Jesus, I’ve never seen anything so sweet in my sixty-three years and I’ve been to damn near every country under the sun. Every man on the beach is in the same predicament, too. Unable to quit staring at her graceful le
