“If Cody doesn’t work, just say the word. I have a grandson about your age. He’s a bit of a daredevil. More looks than brains, but I think you two would make a nice couple.”

Della gave a short laugh. The thought of one date was about all she could handle at the moment. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind. Now…is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?”

“Oh yes, could you grab my flashlight out of my top bedside drawer? My grandson put it right in the back yesterday when he visited with the great grandkids because they like to play with it, which drains the batteries. I think it’s stuck on something, and I can’t seem to jiggle it loose. The arthritis in my shoulders makes my arms weak as a kitten, and I can’t really kneel much these days without the old knees protesting.”

“Of course.” Della was pleased to be doing something else, talking about something else, other than Winston Forbes’s penis and future date potentials.

She skirted around the bed and opened the top drawer, leaning over and shoving her hand in, groping around the back, feeling for the thick cylindrical shape. Her fingers nudged the object in question, which didn’t appear to be obstructed. Grabbing it, Della pulled it out of the drawer without really looking. “Got it.”

Rosemary gasped, her hand covering her mouth, and Della glanced at the object, thinking maybe the flashlight had a tarantula riding shotgun. If only…

She wasn’t holding a flashlight. She was holding some kind of dildo.

Della’s first instinct to drop it was tempered by her utter fascination with the machine. It was a decent size and covered in a hot pink silicone. Some kind of protrusion sprouted from about an inch north of the base, and it had two smaller protrusions sprouting from the top of it that looked like…bunny ears?

“Oh, I am sorry, sweetie, I usually put my rabbit in the bottom drawer.”

Rabbit? Della turned stunned eyes to Rosemary, who looked more surprised than embarrassed. And not that Della had found her vibrator, but that she’d brandished it like a freaking sword!

“You…use this?” she asked, staring at it, in awe that a woman in her eighties wasn’t letting age and the death of her partner stop her from enjoying pleasure.

“Oh yes, sweetie. I used it last night.”

Della dropped the substitute penis on the bed as if it had suddenly become electrified, much to Rosemary’s delight.

“It’s okay.” She chuckled. “I washed it.”

Della flicked a glance at the bemused old woman. “Where did you get it?”