"I figured we'd see how you look when you hit retirement, so I
set it for 65. Hey, there's a mirror in the hall, why don't we go
watch."
Eerie as it seems, you decide to go and watch.
As you make your way from your twenties into your thirties, you
notice a few changes, but nothing really radical.
"Guess I must be destined to age gracefully," you smile at
Chelsea.
"Maybe," she responds, a bit put off that you aren't more
upset.
You hit forty and beyond, and other than a few laugh lines and
subtle crow's feet, plus a slightly more round bubble butt, you're
still looking quite elegant.
"Well, I'm looking a little older now I guess, but I could still
get a man."
"Maybe now, but you're still aging. And, at 65, how many men do
you think will ask you back to their place?"
"I think I hear a bet, and I'm willing to put my money where my
mouth is."
You continue watching the mirror, not so sure of that last
comment as you pass into your fifties. A few grey hairs have come
in, and creases have formed on the edge of your mouth. Slight bags
have formed under your eyes, and you fan yourself to fend off the
hotflashes.
"I'll take you up on that," Chelsea grinned, thinking she
had you.
"I'm sure you will," you reply as you hit 60, your hair a
mix of black and grey,"but there's a catch sweetie."
"We have to even the playing field, and you have to be the same
age, and we spend some time playing bingo tonight. I've
always wanted to, but didn't think I'd really fit in. Guess I do
now though, eh honey?"you say, as
the process comes to a halt. Your hair is
a salt and pepper color, the skin on your throat is less firm, but
you are still standing up pretty straight, and other than a slight
sag to your breasts, most of your body is still somewhat firm.
She says...