Let’s have this last drink at my apartment.”
Taken back by her request, and trembling, the elderly guy finally utters the word.
“OK.”
They get up from the barstool arm and arm headed for the door when the girl stops him and says.
“Before we go back to my apartment there’s one thing I have to tell you, I’m on my menstrual cycle.”
The Old man says.
“That’s ok, I’ll follow you in my Honda.”
