Sy looked up from his linguini and white clam sauce and asked, "So ladies, vhat do you t'ink?"  His aging fingers fumbled at his jacket pocket, revealing a bottle of little blue pills.
     Avoiding his lecherous gaze, the twins giggled and continued eating their lobsters.
     "But don'tchou never t'ink you vould vant to try somet'ing just a little different?"
     The twins hid behind their lobster tails, giggling with restraint.  Helen, the older of the two, dressed in a conservative wool skirt, cotton blouse and orthopedic shoes, her silver hair tied up in a bun, was embarrassed by the audacity of her sister's dinner companion.  Widowed three years, Helen had been married to the same man for almost five decades.  They had made love one way for all those years and never once discussed whether or not either of them 'vanted to try somet'ing different.'  And now, her sister's dinner date seemed to be suggesting some as yet unspecified sexual adventure.  And at their age, no less.  It was undignified.
     Ellen, younger by ten minutes, wearing her best lavender polyester pants suit and gold stick pin, melted butter on her chin sparkling in the candlelight, found Sy's suggestion exciting.  Ellen had never been married.  She was seventy-five years old and had never made love, except one time that didn't count, she told herself, one time, lasting nearly a decade, with her sister's late husband.
     She looked Sy over carefully before responding.  He was an attractive if somewhat flamboyant man, healthy and robust for a man approaching eighty, still with his own teeth, a full head of hair and a handlebar moustache.  He was wearing green plaid slacks, a green shirt, green blazer and bright red bow tie.  
     "I know what you mean Sy.  We're not supposed to feel anything at our age, and most of the time I don't, but every now and then I still want to feel..."  Ellen's voice trailed off, barely a whisper now, "a man inside me."
     Helen was aghast.  "Wha...wha...," she tried unsuccessfully to form a coherent thought.  Events rolled on without her.
     "Oy, vell I hope, if I may be so bold, you vould maybe feel that vay tonight?"  Sy struggled with the pill bottle.  "I can still stand erect maybe one time each month, but I t'ink tonight maybe I should take two pills.  In case your sister vants to join us."
     "Wha...wha..."
     "No Sy, my sister won't be joining us.  Just talking about it, you're going to give poor Helen a coronary."  Ellen smiled coyly.  "Here, let me help you with that."  She reached across the table, unloosing the cap.  "Happy Valentine's Day, Sy."     

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