The old Widow

I'm a chancer I'll always take a chance and soon to need a new place to live. I decided to take a chance, my rental was sold by the owner and once finalized I would need a new rental. Living beside my rental was a widow of 5 or 6 years and she was in her early sixties, but she always looked good and well dressed. I'm nothing special in looks but have the gift of small talk, at 37 divorced because I talked a woman into bed with and got caught by my wife. She had the money our marriage and as she got our 2 children, she kept her money, and I got nothing. I still had my job and rented the rental as mentioned before. I hung out at places to pick up when not working, done okay mostly but had to change places as not to meet the same women again. One of the places was the local supermarket and it wasn't such a great pickup place, as most women had children with them or husbands/partners. But I heard the local gossip, all I had to do was stand in line at the checkout and listen. That when I heard my neighbor say she was getting very forgetful. Nothing strange about I forget things like locking a door when bedding a woman and having your wife walk in. But I've heard that women are twice as likely as men to get dementia. So, I started to look into why that was and found nothing I could understand, but I did see a reference to having sex in later years holding off dementia in the older people. Whether it true or not, there's a theory doing the rounds and I didn't have to make it up. So, to plant the seed as it said, while standing behind the biggest gossip in the area. I pretended to be talking on my cell phone, mentioned the theory so the gossip would hear. All I had to do now was wait, a few days later at the supermarket standing in line a couple back from the gossip and my neighbor and the subject of memory loss came up. The gossip said she didn't have to worry about dementia as her and her husband still made love regularly. Adding that single women are the ones who got dementia or neglected wives and saying there's medical studies into how lovemaking was preventing dementia. The seed planted and I waited to see if it grew, there wasn't any reason to believe she would pick me as her lover. But the older men in the area were either married or really passed it I believed. A couple days later I got my notice to quit the property I had two weeks. I was wondering how to ask the widow if she had a spare room to rent, but instead I saw her put down her bag and start doing something. Using a broom handle I lifted the bag and put it on the other side of a large plant pot. She returned and couldn't find her bag and wasn't too far away and she asked did I see anyone, and I said no. I asked what her problem was, and she said can't find bag. I then said I had seen her over by the large plant pot earlier and she went there and found her bag. Then she went inside and later on she asked me what I knew about dementia, and I said women get it more than men is what I've heard. She asked me if I've studies into the treatment of dementia, and I said I don't think so, but added if you want you can look it up on my computer. I will thankyou was her reply, and she came and as she wasn't computer savvy, I got up the page I had found earlier and let her read for herself. I expected her to think about it a few days if she forgot something she might take action. But she decided straight away on the spot and straight asked if I would have sex with her. I found out later her mother and aunt had suffered badly from dementia, and she was going to whatever it took to avoid it. I said you might be better with someone you know better; her response was no men I know are up to it. I agreed if she really wanted too and adding till, I find my new home. Once she knew I had to move she offered me a room in her house. I've been there for 8 months draining my ball into her and also chasing other women as well. I also make sure she enjoys our treatment sessions, but it seems to be working. Or it could just be, having company in her home makes her brain work better, either way I get sex and a roof over my head.