Old ATF's...

This morning I received a phone call from a gorgeous
ex-ATF who called 'out-of-the-blue' to see if
I was still around.

We lost track of time, chatting about the wild,
romantic times we used to enjoy together.

I couldn't believe it when she asked if I'd be
interested in meeting up and rekindling a little of
that "old magic".

"Wow!" I was flabbergasted.

"I don't know if I could keep pace with you now", I
said, "I'm a bit older and a bit grayer and balder
than when you last saw me. Plus I don't really have
the energy I used to have."

She just giggled and said she was sure I would "rise
to the challenge".

"Yeah." I said. "Just so long as you don't mind a
man with a waistline that's a few inches wider these
days! Not to mention my total lack of muscle
tone...everything is sagging, my teeth are a bit
yellowed and I am developing jowls like a Great
Dane!"

She laughed and told me to stop being so silly.

She teased me saying that tubby gray haired older
men were cute, and she was sure I would still be a
great lover.


Anyway, she giggled, "I've put on a few pounds
myself!"

So I told her to fuck off.