by John White

Created on: December 19, 2011

“Good morning, Virginia.” Edgar didn’t wait for a reply, purring as he neatly placed her panties and bra in the top right drawer. The lamp over the bed shone bright, then dimmed as the ambient light of the room was measured.

Edgar zipped to the bathroom, started the bath, added oils, (two ounces) bubble bath (one point four ounces) and then monitored the temperature (eighty-four degrees) before replacing the bath and hand towels and washcloths.

Ginny blinked away the sleep. The previous night’s injection was heavenly, as they always were, but the crash the next morning made her feel like a semi-Segway had plowed into her.

“Good morning, Edgar. Irish today are we?”

“Ah, we are, Virginia, and perhaps I should have said ‘Top of the mornin’ to ya.”

“And the rest of the day to yourself, you soulless bastard.”

“Ah, me dear, ’tis not the way to start a beautiful morn like this, like the one the Lord has bestowed upon us now is it?”

Ginny yawned and slung her legs over the side of the bed. She hefted her breasts and sighed. They had been gradually drooping since she had officially received her AARP card.

“And what does me lass desire for breakfast today me dear?” Edgar said as he made the bed, fluffed the pillows, and adjusted the gravity until the bed floated seamlessly into the ceiling.

“Me lass wants you to shut up or change your accent. This is the fifth time, Edgar. I’m seriously considering the fifty-four twelve. Seriously, how about French? Do you think you could handle French?”

“Mon dieu. Mai qui, Mademoiselle. At your command am I. Zee day it eez beautiful, mon cherie.”

“Better,” she said. “Now you’re mildly annoying. I have to pee and enough of the mademoiselle. Twelve children and four husbands took care of that.”

“Oui, Madame.” Edgar passed his hand over a patch of blue mesh on the bathroom wall. Ginny shuddered and sighed loudly as she heard the toilet bowl fill with her urine. “May I suggest the dry bath, Madame. Water, it eez known to be an age—what eez the word—amplifier—you see, it may make you lose your lovely soft skin and youthful pallor, eh bien?”

“Please just prepare my cereal and use real milk this time. The yellow outfit today and no sugar either.” Ginny undressed and threw her night clothes to Edgar who compressed them to the size

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