Chuck poured himself a Coke and took a cookie, then the other guys did the same. They came there with another hunger, but now cookies seemed to be a good deal.

"We'll have a regular party," Mrs. Nerdak said. "I'll put on some music."

She left the room and the guys looked at each other with expressions that made their disappointment obvious.

"We could slip out the back door," Joe said.

"Are you kidding?" Chuck said. "I think we're going to get laid."

"You've got to be kidding," Tom said. "You mean you want to fuck that old bag?"

"Well, she's not what I had in mind, but she's better than nothing," Chuck said with cookie

crumbs falling from his full mouth.

"We can't just leave," Jim said. That would be mean. But I'm not going to fuck her. Hell, she's older than my mother." As he said that, he thought of Peg, and his shriveled prick began to grow again. His mother was a dish, and Mrs. Nerdak was a mess.

The sound of rock music came from the living room and Mrs. Nerdak came back. She was clicking her fingers and shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music. The guys were all taking a good look at her. Actually she wasn't that bad. Her face was plain, but not unpleasant. Her body seemed lumpy without shape, but now that she was moving around, they could see an ample set of jugs moving round in her dress and her hips seemed firm and wide. She was a bit heavy, but that didn't disqualify her as a possible fuck.

The guys looked at each other again, and they could tell by each other's expressions that they were having a change of mind. Except for Chuck, of course, who had wanted to fuck her from the first and who was stuffing so many cookies into his mouth that he might not be in shape to fuck the woman before long.