As the closed circuit TV kicked on, Bobby and Wendy could see that lot's of sorority girls and frat boys about age fifty or so, chugging drinks, groping each other, playing kissing games, and putting clothing back on, as a red light and alarm kicked on to let them know to head on.
Long beards and long hair were prvalent, with people having to pick it up to keep from tripping over it.
"Maybe we should take this cue to head on," Wendy said, as she looked over at Bobby, who now sported a long gray beard himself down to his waist, as well as hair to the middle of his back.
"Sounds like a good idea for we get much older," he replied, noting that her hair had gone 1/2 gray, and now hung past her waist.
The two 65 year olds said their goodbyes, and were about to head to the door when Wendy asked Sophie,"You wouldn't by any chance know anyone who could trim this hair up for us, would you?"
"Why yes dearie, jes folla me out to the guest house. Made sure to hire some stylists for just such a thing ya know."
As they headed out tothe guest house, they moved ever slower, as they continued to age into their seventies.
"We best git outa here soon, eh girlie?" Bobby muttered.
"You talkin a me?" an 82 year old Wendy relied as they continued their shuffle toward the door, their gray hair going more white by the second.
"None other."
"Jes save yer breath an keep a goin dearie, almos dare, an ish hard a talk when dechers keep slippin ya know."
"Oh, gotcha hon--ney."
Finally, they emerged from the house, two 98 years olds with long white hair and beard dragging the ground.
Not a moment too soon, as the rest of the participants proceeded out another door a moment later.
Shuffling into the guest house, their hair soon trimmed and beard cut, Bobby and Wendy bid the others farewell, and leaning on canes made their way toward the car.
The sound of poular music playing came reverberating from the backyard, as they slowly managed to get in and start the car.
They kissed each other, and Bobby ran his hands over Wendy's pendulous sagging breasts.
Pulling back her pants and her Depends, she showed Bobby her white pubic hairs and then thrust his hand down there.
About that time Wendy's phone rang again, and she managed to slowly get it out and answer it, the moment gone.
"Yeah, whose this?"
"Wendy,boy did you get old. It's me Jeanine hon, and the others here. We were wonderin what's takin ya, an now it's kinda plain ta see."
"Well there dearie, ain't nuttin hapn ta us, ain't gonna happn a you too. Doin good fer 98 I'd say. Right hon-ney," she added elbowing Bobby, who had fallen asleep in his seat."
"Huh, eh, yup guess so, whatever ya say."
"Well dear, jus called ta tell ya not to drive. Jus leave yer car there an get in the limo that Monique sent over. They'll take good care a ya, an yous can watch the next age change take place here on yer way back. That is, if ya can stay awake fer it."
With that, Bobby and Wendy got out of the car, and headed over to the limo with the help of the assistants Monique had sent.
The Tv had been turned on, and they watched the next changes take place at TGI Fridays.