Rory felt hot. Mrs Poggit was eyeing him up closely. She liked his ponytail and wanted to brush it across her WooHoo. Oh how she wanted to do it, she hadn't had any since she was 72, and that was years ago. All the other men in her home were boring and smelt of bananas. But Rory was fresh meat.
Rory liked the wrinkly skin. He never ever told Amy his secret though. He touched Mrs Poggit on her noggins, where the wrinkles had gathered the most. "Oh yeah." He moaned with pleasure.
Mrs Poggit got so excited, she died.
