"You're not gettin this thing from me!" Karen shouted,only to find that she had layed the device down.
"Damn, now where'd I go and put that," she added searching frantically.
Just then, Grace shot her with the device and replied," Looking for this?"
"Oh, well this is absolutely terrific. And i suppose you dialed in Whistler's mother?"
"Something like that," Grace laughed," let's just say that time is not quite on your side."
"Hey honey," the now 60 year old Karen remarked,as her hair continued to streak with gray, and wrinkles deepened on her face,"have I told you lately how much I'd like to spend some intimate time alone with you, away from the boys?"
"That's awafully sweet of you..."
"Grace, I don't believe you," an exasperated Will added," not only did you make her---79 years old, you accidentally brushed a button to as far as I can tell make her a lesbian with the hots for you."
""Oh no, not only old but a lezzie too, well,things couldn't get much worse now, could they," Karen ranted,grabbing a shot glass and chugging down the contents, as she looked with longing at Grace from across the room.
The process came to an end, with Karen hobbling around the room in pursuit of Grace.
Cornering her, she announced, "Pucker up baby,this old gals got an itch to scratch."
Karen then kissed Grace full on, rubbing her weathered body against her as she did, though as she pulled away her detures dropped out of her mouth.
About this time, Jack walked in and...