"Make all three of us elderly," Jennifer whispered to Bobby, just as Ashley entered the bathroom.
"You do know that is going piss her off," Bobby informed her.
"Do it anyway, and just adjust so she figures it is normal for her to be that age. She won't know the
difference then," she added with a wicked grin.
"Okay my dear,but then what do you mean by elderly?"
"Just add 55 more years to us," she told him."That would make the two of us 86 and she'd be 96."
"Sure thing," he replied nervously,"though if she happens to find out I will tell her you are the one
.
responsible for it."
With that, the three of them started racing forward again in time. A moment later, they had passed 41. Bobby
had on khaki slacks and a red polo shirt and a slight gut, while Jennifer wore a light blue sweater over a
long sleeved white blouse and gray Capri pants. Her hair came down to her shoulders, and she had a touch more
junk in the trunk as well as the start of fine lines on her face. Her nails were done in a french manicure.
"Wonder how Ashley is doing?" Bobby said, right about the time she stuck her head out of the bathroom to
say,"Oh my, I am just burning up all of a sudden--did either of you see where I put my hormone patches."
"I see you've hit menopause dead on," laughed the 45 year old Bobby, at about the same time that Jennifer
spoke up."You know, I feel the same way--Bobby be a dear hon and go turn on the air conditioning."
"Okay, I can do that," he replied, and wandered across the soft carpet, bare feet and all. He turned on the
air and headed back, to find in those few moments that Ashley had hit 61 and he and Jennifer were now 51.
Ashley now wore a black low cut blouse and black Capri pants with tennis shoes and she wore her hair straight
and parted in the middle and just below her shoulders in a gray white mix. Her breasts were large and sagged
a touch but not that much. She had light under eye bags, and her cheekbones stood out a bit.
Bobby had a yellow sweater on with a long sleeved blue shirt under it, love handles, though he wore his hair
shoulder length with touches of gray. Jeans and topsiders covered the rest of the look.
"Now it's too cold dear heart," Ashley told him as she carressed his cheek.
"You two are working the youth out of me," he commented, as went back to turn off the air conditioner.
"Hmmm, seems like we have done quite the job," Jennifer commented, as she hit 55, and then both women
cackled together. "By the way, while your at it could you get some ice for the cocktails? Ice machine is just
down the hall," she informed him as both women leaned in and pressed there more pendulous breasts into him.
By the time he got back, Jennifer was now 73 along with him and Ashley was now 83. Jennifer wore a long
floor length orange skirt with a bright red long sleeved peasant top and some wild looking beads and
bracelets. Her hair had gone to a gray white mix and the tight curls were at shoulder length and framed her
face. She had jowls and crow's feet, and a turkey waddle throat. Her breasts were more pendulous, and she had
bit of a poochy tummy and sagging butt. Ashley wore blue jeans and a blue and white jacket over a pale blue
top. She sat working on knitting, staring at it with a well worn face.She had jowls now, and a second chin,
and was over twice her original size. She wore elegant square bifocals on a beaded chain, and now had a
girdle on as well as Depends. A cane sat off to one side.
"Bout time ya showed back up there dearie," she remarked, and then grabbed him and pulled him in for a long
slow kiss, making sure to give him some tongue. By the time he came back up, she had hit 100, and he found he
had to sit down in nearby rocking chair, as the room around them changed to accomodate their advanced ages.
"Though ya sayed...dat we was a gonna stop...in our eighties. Lookit me, I am nine-tee years old," Jennifer
ranted in a weathered voice.
"Ya sayed ya wanted elderly ya old biddee, so ya got elderly. Sorry bout the overshoot."
"Weeell, what da we do now," Jennifer asked, as she fussed with her shoulder length white perm. She wore a
black long sleeved tops, with her breasts sagging down like two over ripe melons. She had a light yellow
scarf and white slacks, as well as an elegant gold cane with butterflies on it. She had dentures now as well,
and wore cat's eye purple bifocals on a beaded chain.
"Ah think we oughta..." started Ashley.
"Yes Ashley hon..."
"Gimme a sec...think we oughta..."