Past to Present Harvey Daniels used to be a very engaging productive member of society. Like most men of his youth he had supportive parents who made sure he had the tools necessary to succeed in life. Mr. Daniels went to a respected university and before his mother could blink an eye had a loving wife, three children and a quaint suburban home with all the trimmings. You could say Mr. Daniels lived the American Dream. So why do we see Mr. Daniels hooked up to a ventilator in a cold and dreary hospital room? The simple answer to the previous question is age. By now the seventy-five year old mans parents are long gone, children all settled worried about their own families and most unfortunate of all, Mr. Daniels wife of fifty years succumbed to dementia this past fall. As if circumstances aren't bad enough, Mr. Daniels roommate in this, the Cedar Grove Retirement Complex, can't speak. Perhaps a stroke victim the other elderly man barely moves at all. "Goddamn loneliness" Mr. Daniels quietly chirps to himself. Enter Your Chief Antagonist Days go on, like the clouds that aimlessly drift outside his window, routine without change. What Mr. Daniels doesn't know is that within the next few weeks he will have wished change never arrived, he will long for the boring routine that he had become so hopelessly accustomed too. "Hello Mr. Daniels!" Jennifer, the nurse on Mr. Daniels floor, exclaims, "Morning" is all Mr. Daniels can respond with as he stares out his window. Jennifer lays out his and his mute roommate's medication and gingerly exits the room. "Oh my god are you serious!" "Josh is like totally my type, athletic, handsome we so have to talk about this later Cara" "I gotta go, were at my grandfathers room, ok bye". Mr. Daniels hears a brief conversation outside his room, a voice he isn't familiar with. Next, before he can blink, walks in a mother and her daughter. "Must be that voice talking on the phone", Mr. Daniels thinks. The mother, probably in her mid-40's, is very attractive, long brown hair flowing naturally while clicking and clacking in her stiletto black boots. "Wow can grandpa even talk"? chimes the girl, "No, the stroke has taken away his speech, if you ask me Shannon were burning money keeping him alive, foolish in my opinion". Mr. Daniels can't believe the cruelty of her words but refrains from rebutting. "Ya, he is a pretty useless old man" giggles the daughter. With that Mr. Daniels observes the daughter, glancing from head to toe getting a good look at her. She appears to be eighteen or so but he cant really tell, to him she's around 5'8 guessing to be 130-140 lbs, fit with a toned but not overly muscular body, she has the most brilliant blonde hair he has ever seen tied up in a pony tail like many of the other girls similar in age. High cheek bones and a pert nose compliment her already angelic face. Her clothing consists of black sheer tights, which accentuate her firm derriere and powerful legs with a similar stretchy elastic tank top, "Must be some sort of athlete" Mr. Daniels remarks. With that the girls mother quips "Lets go home already Shannon, I've seen enough of this bag of bones" Shannon oh so casually exclaims "Ya, looking at something so meek gives me a headache". Shannon and her mother slowly walk away from the mute old man and head towards the door. As Mr. Daniels prepares to reenter his world of silence Shannon stops at the door. "One second mom I'll be out in a minute" Shannon's mother replies "Fine I'll be at the nurse's station discussing your grandfather's situation". For the first time Mr. Daniels eyes lock with Shannon's, his heart almost skips a beat with the thought that this angel has acknowledged his existence. What Mr. Daniels doesn't know is that the personal connection represents far more than mere acknowledgment. The Smell of Lycra "Hello Mr., must be pretty lonely with no one to talk to, since my grandpa cant speak an all." Adjusting the oxygen tubes lodged into his nose Mr. Daniel's replies "It can get a bit quiet here, I survive on the memories of my family and the wonderful years we had together" followed by a genuine smile. Shannon, approaching closer to his bed, makes note of the weak physical state the old man is in. "Gosh what are you like 90 lbs" she laughs. "Well in my youth I was a very healthy man, all these hours lying in this bed have made me a bit weak, but I'm sure if could just get off this damn ventilator and get some exercise I'd get back some strength." "I dunno old man, looks pretty hopeless to me". Shannon examines the body in front of her, thin arms a pale withered face, how can someone get so defenseless she thinks? Hands on hips, head held high Shannon exclaims " I've been a varsity cheerleader, volleyball and softball player all for all four years of high school and I bet I could snap you like a little twig" followed by an innocent giggle. Outraged and insulted Mr. Daniel's fires back "Listen hear little girl you have no right telling your elder". Muffled groans cut off Mr., Daniels rebuttal as Shannon simply presses the old mans nostrils together staring into his horrified eyes. "Shut up already, I'm really not interested in what you have to say", "In the real world if you can't defend yourself you have no right to an opinion" laughs Shannon. Following Shannon's abrasive introduction she quickly makes her way out the door, "Mom I think grandpa just recognized me, give me another minute or so", in a not so interested way Shannon's mom waves her off, busy talking about last nights episode of Real Housewives of the OC, "Ok Shannon, hurry up, my feet are killing me". "Will do" smiles the deceptive angel. Shannon casually walks back into Mr. Daniel's and pulls the door shut. Breathing shallowly now Mr. Daniels eyes and expressions show a face of terror, Shannon's little nose pinching game has caused him to go into a state of almost shock, fighting hard to regain his breath, "You, gasp, need, to call a nurse", the old man's labored voice and breath exclaims. "This is, totally unacceptable behavior, I will have you arrested". Shannon turns her head, facing him, "Ha, who's gonna believe a perfect angel like me would do that, get with the real world you bag of bones". Shannon once again glances over the frail old form, wondering what it's even good for. Mr. Daniel's, mustering up all his remaining strength screams "Nurse, nurse, someone get in here!" Shannon briefly startled over what to do, suddenly gets a brilliant idea. "Must I really silence you?" "Would have thought a man of your age would know when he was outmatched". With that Shannon climbs onto the hysterical mans bed, turning and still a bit unsure, she faces the old mans feet and settles her tights encased rear onto Mr. Daniel's face. The room is suddenly quiet again. "This is a bit uncomfortable" quips the blonde tormentor. Shannon adjusts her seat, wiggling her butt to find the old mans nose, suddenly, as if all the stars and planets have aligned, the cruel cheerleader feels Mr. Daniel's nose slide into her voluptuous but nonetheless firm rear. The old mans mouth simultaneously covered by the eighteen years old warm crotch. "Perfect" Shannon gleefully exclaims. If ever one should wish to be a fly on the wall this surely would the time, that is, if the fly happens to be a fiendish masochist. Mr. Daniel's dated, frail, bony body, arms harmlessly flailing, grabbing at tights encased thighs and an upright, sturdy back. Shannon, yes Shannon, a strong proudly feminist youth, glowing with health and beauty perched on this decaying mans face, head held high, feeling a losing struggle ensue beneath her ass. As if not cruel enough a scene, Shannon has a devilish little idea. "Aww, if you needed some air little guy, why didn't you just ask" exclaims the toned blonde youth, unveiling a sinister smirk. Suddenly Shannon arched her back slightly, pushing her rear into Mr. Daniel's already covered face, "Mphhhh", "Mphhhhhh", Shannon had released two small little farts right up into the old mans nostrils, adding further degradation to invalid below her.