Two Mellow Fellows in a sea too deep to see

       A sea of female bodies, appropriately dressed, perfumed, powdered and brushed, filled the auditorium to the joy or consternation of a hungry looking youth and a jaunt jawed man with a retired look stamped on his face. Wave after wave of an invisible but potent charge electrified the atmosphere and magically transformed a talk on love relations into a  good old-fashioned bout on sex. 

    The young man began to obsessively pick his teeth when the speaker at the association of psychologists  asserted that a healthy percent of retired aged women solve the problem by themselves, without the help of male partners--who anyway are scarse and not very effective when they do show up. The jaunt jawed male, who very well could have been used as a sample, leaned forward a bit and rolled his eyes this way and that.

    The ladies looked bored, quite unaware of the presence of the youth and the old man. Or perhaps it was just that the subject was but a piece of an academic discourse. Yet some of them did laugh with a twitching and gurgling sound when the boyish looking male speaker expounded on his theory that both love and sex were somehow different after 60.

    "It's more free, the uncles and aunts and grand mothers and grandfathers are less inhibited and less prone to condition themselves to social habits and ethical considerations," asserted the speaker.

    At that point everyone in the room--the 50 or so ladies and the two men--began constructing unpublishable exploits of adventure, pleasure and tales that inevitably ended in a climax. Too bad real life somehow is less generous with the pleasure principle, or perhaps it's just that reality doesn't know how or when to recognize the climax in the day-to-day love stories.