Never again, it will never be the same as

Never again, it will never be the same as before that day. That fateful day that changed their lives for now and forever. They will never be together any more.

For 90 years they would endure each other's absence, each pining for the other, wasting away, health nearly ruined at times, rebuffing their friends' dimwitted advice, until they b

lind dated each other. "Hey," he wheezed, shocked to see her "Your profile didn't mention an oxygen tank." "& I'd no idea you'd be so withered." It was like old times. "Will you ma

ke me a sammich?". "Get one yourself you prune sucking codger." She replied. "Why, I oughta close your oxygen tank right now Maybelle but I wanna know why'd your profile say you

were a widower! I might've turned into an old codger, but my heart still beats fer ya, Maybelle!" It almost got to her when he said that, but then she remembered the last time.

She adjusted the tennis balls on her walker and leapt from divan. "You'll have to chase me!" He put his chair into high gear. "Maybelle! The heart yearns!"

Maybelle giggled, delighted by the flirtatious octogenarian. She purposefully let him wheel past her so he could block the door to the craft room. "I gotcha!" he growled, reaching

for his bottle of Viagra. "Oh, you won't be needing that," tittered Maybelle as all 678 pounds of her wiggled out from under her muu-muu. The old guy clutched his heart and fell to

ward the door, hoping to make a swift retreat. "Nope, nope, nope" Maybelle chastised. "This party isn't over til Maybelle gets her cookies!" And with that, she mounted the old guy

at first he liked it then it stung then he felt sea sick. Then Maybelle got exactly what she wanted. the old boy tossed his cookies. Maybelle winked coquettishly, "Told you so."