# Senior Living

## Amy

The afternoon at Shady Oaks stretched out like a bad dream that wouldn't end. Amy shuffled through the halls in Martin's body, a tall, stooped scarecrow of a man with a dying gut and a persistent, throbbing pressure in his groin that she refused to acknowledge.

She refused. She absolutely refused.

The therapeutic exercise session was a special kind of hell. Carol had her on a mat, doing gentle stretches, and every time Amy bent forward she felt the old cock press against her thigh, half-hard and leaking, a stubborn, angry pulse that seemed to be counting the seconds since she'd last given it what it wanted.

"Breathe into it, Mr. Star," Carol said, all professional cheer. "Let the tension go."

Amy breathed. The tension did not go. The tension had been building all day like a fever, radiating outward from between her legs until her whole pelvis ached with a dull, brutal pressure. It hurt to sit. It hurt to stand. It hurt to think about anything except the throbbing weight in her lap, and she hated herself for how much space it took up in her mind.

She'd tried everything. Cold showers. Distance. Willpower. At lunch, she'd sat across from a woman named Gertrude who talked about her gallbladder for forty minutes, and Amy had gripped the edge of her wheelchair seat so hard her knuckles went white while the ache pulsed and swelled and demanded.

It gets quite painful otherwise, Carol had said.

Painful was an understatement. It was a toothache in her groin. A bruise that kept getting hit. A pressure so intense she felt nauseous, light-headed, like her whole body was running on a single stuck hormone and it was all screaming now now now.

By four o'clock, Amy was desperate enough to consider her options.

She couldn't ask a nurse. She couldn't ask Carol. She couldn't—she couldn't touch it herself, the thought of Martin's hands on Martin's cock made her stomach turn, even if those hands were technically hers now.

But there was Doris.

Doris with the blue rinse. Doris who had called Martin a "handsome devil" and saved him a seat at bingo. Doris who had giggled and swatted his arm and looked at him with the kind of warm, horny appreciation that Amy had seen on Amanda's face a hundred times.

Amy hated herself for what she …