I’ve been up to Grandview a couple times now helping with Bingo and I’ve already picked up a fan club.
I wasn’t sure at first, but I noticed one sweet thing who kept glancing at me with that “come ‘ere big boy” look on her face, as I called the numbers. I could see as I discreety glanced aside, that there was something churning through that libido laden mind of hers. As I’d look over to her she’d stare at me and then glance at my crotch and smile. Today, instead of calling the numbers, I helped a lady who had trouble seeing the numbers on her card, and it continued. She sat across from us at the table and every once in a while a chip would sail across the table and land in my lap. Each time she did it, the other ladies would chuckle and one of them finally admonished her for such behavoir. Personally, I was amused by it but have decided not to pursue the tawdry relationship, as she’s 40 years my senior. I’ve signed a “confidentiality” form so I shant divulge her name, but henseforth refer to her as #1.
I think this is going to be a lot of fun, but I’ll have to watch how close I get to #1’s wheelchair.
