The year is 2069. It's late December, right after Christmas...
"Don! How are you my friend? Get yourself some new wheels?"
"Mikey! I'm great, buddy. No, it's an old one my dad used. Nice though. Got a handbrake, and it folds up slicker than shit."
Don shuffled over to the dusty old kitchen table in Mike's sunroom. He held on tight to his rolling walker as he pivoted his aging, awkward looking legs onto the chair.
"How's the hip?" Mike asked.
"It's comin' along, but it'll never be the same. They'll perfect these artificial sons-o-bitches the year after I die."
"Ha!" Mike chuckled. "That's what my mother said forty years ago. They workin' the shit outta you in rehab like they did me?"
"Ugh!" Don moaned. "If it wasn't for one young nurse there I'd never go back."
"Really? Did you give her your number?"
"Better. She gave me a sponge bath and I hardened up like a fuckin' fifty-year-old."
"You dog!" Mike laughed. "Tell me about her. Wait, let me get some beers. Hold that thought."
Mike fumbled for his cane, stood up with a nearly silent groan and shuffled across the floor to the kitchen. He came back with an old lunchbox cooler filled with a six-pack of beer bottles and some ice cubes. He sat down across from Don at the table.
"You were saying?" he said, handing Don an ice-cold bottle. "What color's her hair?"
"Blonde. It's dyed. She's got those dark roots and dark eyebrows. Reminds me of Madonna. Remember her?"
"Sure. My dad was into her. Your girl got the body, too?"
"Oh yeah, she's got it all. Melanie's her name."
"Nice," Mike said, looking like he was picturing her in his mind. "Tell her you need a ride over here next week. We can entertain her."
"Sorry Mikey. If she'd be into that I'd keep her for myself."
"Yeah," Mike said. "I know what you mean. I don't know if I could handle a threeway anyway. Maybe when I was younger."
"You never have?" Don asked.
"Nope. You?"
"Yeah. We've never talked about this, have we? Well my friend, you're in for some stories, if you're game."
"I'm always game. But don't skip over the good stuff. First you gotta tell me about Blonde Melanie Madonna. What'd she do when she saw your boner?"
"She cleaned it," Don smiled. "Nice and slow."
Mike shook his head and smiled. "You fuckin' dog."
"So, you remember my Sarah," Don said. "I don't tell everybody this, but she and I were part of the original Sexuals. Back in, oh, 2029 or, no, 2030 I guess it was. I knew her way before that, though."
Mike looked surprised. "So you know Kelsey Lowe?"
"Oh yeah, me and Sarah went to high school with her. She was Kelsey Jonston back then."
"Holy shit, Don! Why didn't you ever tell me you knew her? She's a freakin' legend!"
"Yeah. Sorry, it just never came up, I guess. I met you when our wives were in the hospital. We all had a lot on our minds," Don said, looking sad. "Yeah, it just never came up, I guess."
"So were you and Sarah both...Sexuals?"
"Yeah, we were both part of the movement. We marched in Washington with Kelsey and her husband Austin. Do you remember that? I don't know how much you paid attention to it all."
"Sure, I remember," Mike said. "My wife was all wound up against it. She wanted to march in opposition, but, hell, I had no problem with it all."
"Yeah, it was some crazy shit back then," Don said. "I lost my job over it when they found out I was on the side of the Sexuals. And my boss didn't even know I was part of Kelsey's core group. He would have
really
freaked if he'd known that. Hard to believe that was forty years ago."
"I met her once," Mike said. "Must be twenty-five or more years ago, at a benefit for the museum downtown. She was the best looking fifty-year-old I've ever seen in my life."
"Was she dressed?" Don smirked.
"Nothin' on top, no. She had a bowtie choker around her neck, what looked like a vintage skirt from the hippy days a hundred years ago, and some little leather sandals. I can still see her tits in my mind like it was yesterday..."
"Yeah, there aren't enough tits in the world like Kelsey's. I swear to God those beauties single handedly got the movement across," Don smiled. "I mean, who'd vote against seeing those out in the world?"
"Good thing we had a male president at the time. Do you think that helped?"
"Oh, I don't know," Don said, looking unconvinced. "Austin was a piece of eye candy back in those days. Me and the other guys weren't too bad ourselves. I shouldn't tell you this, but Kelsey organized a dinner meeting with some Senators right before the vote. There were more women Senators than men, just like now. We all ended up in Kelsey's hotel suite, and, let's just say...that party went long into the night."