From One of My Favorite Male Friends

My Mom once told me a story about my Grandpa that filled me with pride and made me praise our genetics. My Grandma wanted to move to Seal Beach but my Grandpa, then 91 years old, didn't, he was happy Living in Pahrump, Nevada. He was happy because once a week he would visit the local brothel and bang a young prostitute. He stated in his soft spoken voice that he, "liked the young girls because they had pep." My Grandma had lost all interest in sex by then and my Grandpa's activities apparently didn't bother her. At 91 my Grandpa was still fucking. I hope I'm that lucky.