The dress was too tight to pull back for a better view, though he wouldn't have anyway. Gerald listened to Watson, his nephew, enthusing about the new position with Universal Slimming Corporation. Seeing his nephew absorbed on the computer, he put the cups down and wandered off. The slim legs, tiny waist and shimmering long black hair, was perfection on two legs. There was no harm in just looking. The mechanism clicked and he pushed on the door. He'd been a pharmacist before retirement, but this new technology was beyond hm.
Nevaeh. Age: 20.
He had a half hour before Watson surfaced from his work to find him missing.
Eileen. Age: 31.
He dare not look out the window at her, and anyway, she might not have eaten it yet, or maybe he had overplayed his hand. The young man dropped the grocery bags onto the kitchen table. She was wearing stockings with a suspender belt.