Chapter 11
The parking lot attendant opened the door for him and George ran around to help Martha from the car. A sixteen-year-old girl named Liz came out after Martha and George escorted them proudly into Scandia Restaurant where he had reserved a special table for the occasion. It was a very special one, indeed, for tonight they were having a double celebration. It was the second anniversary of the day when he and Martha had been married in the Little Chapel by the Sea and the first anniversary of the day when he had legally adopted her daughter Liz as his own.
George is proud and happy with his job as technical librarian at UCLA. He assists young engineering students to find the research material they need for their term papers.
It was a wonderful happy evening for the three of them. As George waited for the waiter to bring the check, four beautiful young girls came in and sat in the booth across from them. They looked very much like four young girls he had known eons before.
"Look, daddy, aren't they pretty. They look so sexy in those dresses," Liz remarked, patting his knee.
"Yes, dear, they're lovely children," George said, hardly giving them a second glance. He was too busy admiring Martha's new dress bought for the occasion, that made her tits put the Venus de Milo to shame.
As he reached across for the check he knocked the pipe from his mouth, spilling tobacco and ashes all over the tablecloth.
"George Ross, you're a dirty old man," Martha chided him.
"Haven't you heard, my dear, they've discovered a cure for that. It's simply that dirty old men need love, too."