His body was weak and frail. The man before me, breathing with the assistance of an oxygen concentrator, was no longer the man that most people would ...stop and admire. I am sure he would be passed over as just another old man with little value to the world. His eyes were mere faded slits, no longer the piercing blue of his youth. His legs were skinny and white. Bones could easily be seen through the paper-like skin that surrounded them.He had not always been like this. In his youth, he had stood. The bad news was that it was a quasi-religious set-up (early morning prayers, a silent vegan supper etc) in a former Baptist seminary. Quoting to myself the old gambler’s adage ‘In for a Penny’, I sent them a deposit and started planning my train trip to Wales.~ ~ ~ ~ ~“You don’t look like a Happy Clapper to me, boyo,” was my taxi driver’s droll observation as I paid for the trip from Swansea station.“How d’you mean?”He pocketed the tip and nodded knowingly over his shoulder. “Bloody fervent. Her tone was eager, and a little provocative. Before I even responded, she turned on her bottom to face me, swinging her long and shapely legs up onto my lap, and slid back a little, to lay back against the left arm of the three seater couch. I still hadn’t spoken, and she continued on with, “Imagine I’m that girl in the movie, and you’re Detective Hopper.” She didn’t move, and just lay back like that, with her feet on my lap, meeting my gaze. I was turned to face her, and I let my hands rest. “I am really looking forward to watching you fuck my sister. I have never seen her in action, but from what she tells me, she has a voracious sexual appetite.”Candice appears and makes a bold entrance wearing a shapeless black knee length dressing gown, which she is holding to keep it closed, large gold loopy earrings and white heels.“Not bad for forty-five? She smiles as I size her up. Very well groomed brunette, suntanned, sixty-six inches tall, full size 12-14 body and she exudes sex appeal.