Pride (In The Name of Love)

Jeffery glanced over at Hazel furtively. He could not return her admiration...at least, not in public. He knew the boys at the frat would never understand the great love they shared. His love for wrinkly skin, and cataracts, and cellulite, and mature love. Hazel was a total GILF...his GILF. And with her twilight years looming upon them, they knew that their love was fleeting - she had high blood pressure and a wonky ticker. With a shy smile, he assumed the role of "adoring grandson" like they had talked about in her boudoir the previous night. The soda jerk was none the wiser.