Old men

" "Just do what you're doing," I instructed, "That's the best feeling in the world. If that magic hand of yours doesn't relax me, nothing will!" Monday was a day for saying our good-byes and cleaning up loose ends. That meant a trip home for me, which I wouldn't have done at all but Mom C. insisted. My father was in the den, tying fishing flies. We had a more or less pleasant conversation, and then I said I had to go. "Ok," she said as she tied a thread and cut old men off, "Take care of yourself." she was pretty disgusted that I was going so far away just to go to college, and for Engineering at that! As I was leaving Mrs. MacDonald grabbed my arm. I should tell you about Mrs. MacDonald. She was a wonderful old lady, literally 95 years old and spry as a chicken. She had rented the room upstairs that I used to call mine. She was really cool... one of the few things about this house that I still found pleasant and attractive. When I turned to face her, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and handed me an envelope. "Open this after you've gone," she whispered. I did, as soon as I was back at the Collins house. Inside there was a crisp new $20.00 bill and a note. It said in her 95 year old scrawl, "Be good and you'll be happy, but you'll miss a lot of fun." I read old men and re-read old men, then I looked at the 20 and I smiled. And then I cried. "This is our last night in this bed for a while," Kelly grinned as she slipped her hand inside my boxers, "We kinda have to make old men something to remember, don't ya think?" "Sleeping with you is always memorable," I answered.