Chapter 1

My name is Vince Brock and I'm sixty five. I've always loved women, young and old, but never been overly obsessed with sex or sexual conquests. In fact I prefer older women and never did more than look twice at hot young things generations or two different than me.

But that changed when I took a retirement supplementing job at a local small supermarket. When you walk into any local store and see the clerks, you notice many of them are young, somewhat attractive, girls and certainly I have noticed that. But any fantasies I might have had about them is based on my being their age, with the wisdom I have now, and how I'd make them pant for my younger alter-ego.

I have to preface this account with the fact that girls really havent changed all that much since I was in my late teens and early twenties, they are still mainly interested in boys, and how to catch and keep them. The openness in how they discuss that, however, has changed.

That I was struck with on my second day, second shift, at work. I was restocking and on one trip back into the storeroom I overheard two of my young coworkers as they exited the bathroom.

"So, have you and Mark done it yet?" That was Merrilee, a nice looking HS Senior who had been working at the store as cashier for at least two years; while I was a customer, she'd always had a pleasant word or two for me when I checked out.

"We've talked about it. He goes down on me, and I give him a handjob now and then. But he's so nervous about it, I'm not sure how good it would be."

That would be Tabitha; a slightly chunky, but cute enough, teen who I guessed was maybe seventeen; I knew she had to call someone else to run beer and wine through the scanner. I'd joked with her, too, of course about her name ... I asked her how 'Samantha, her mother' was and she'd responded "How do you know my Mom?" Which took me aback a little until she burst out in giggles. Obviously it wasnt the first time she'd been teased about the connection of her name and the TV show, 'Bewitched'.

I was pulling the handtruck, laden with produce, down the aisle of pallets and nearly ran into them as I turned the corner. The girls giggled as they realized I might have heard them.

Merrilee laughlingly piped "Are you eavesdropping, you dirty old man?"

"Nothing I haven't heard before, Sis!" I just kept on trucking, to coin a phrase.

There was no further banter, that day.

A three workday calendar week passed and I barely spoke to either of the girls. They were scheduled roughly the same days I was ... which was intentional on the part of the owner. He felt that workteams performed better than individual employees scheduled on whim of their own preference.

One evening Tab approached me, however, and asked if I had kids.

"Yeah ... I have three boys, all of them older than you, though. My youngest is thirty."

She went on to tell me she was the oldest of three, she had a ten year old sister and 8 year old brother. Then told me she wished she'd been a boy.

I laughed. "I know it isn't easy being a teenage girl but boys don't really have it much better."

She looked at me, face full of disbelief, "Well that isn't true."

"Sure it is."

"Boys get all the breaks, they get to pick who they ask out. Girls have to wait to be asked out."

I shook my head. "Give me an example."

"There's this boy I like and we -at least he- seems to be stuck on being just friends."

"You two date?"

"Yeah ... but I think he just 'likes me'."

"Why's that? I mean what gives you that idea?"

"I only see him, alone I mean, a couple times a week."

She went on to tell me that he treated her like a girlfriend but seemed to not pay much attention to her unless they were out on a date. He didn't date anyone else but it bothered her he wasn't more attentive.

"So you feel neglected. But if he treats you okay, and doesn't take after other girls, what more do you want?"

That evidently touched on more than she wanted to discuss, her face flushed and she mumbled "Just something more..." and walked away. Being older and smarter, I didn't protest and just went on with my work.

Nine or ten days later...

"Did you really hear what Merrilee and I were talking about that time?"

"What time?" I winked.

"We were talking about sex."

"I'm not telling you if I did or not. It's none of my business and like I said, I've heard it before. I might have even heard your grandma talking about her sex life. Not her, specifically, but girls who are now her age."