Their legacies lie in their bank accounts. Not who they are or were but what was left to them when each successive husband died off. Accountants and lawyers manage their lives. They understand what they have and how it works. They may appear to live shallow lives. On-the-surface lives that are in perfect order. All their ducks floating on the money they have never earned, lined up row after row.

Rich widowed women are not the only ones who play this game. Rich widowers play it too. It is like a bad game of Monopoly in which no one gets out of jail free. “Do not pass Go” means you must find another way to build your bank account. Building a bank account requires cunning. It requires skills that are not taught in school. It requires careful observation and knowing exactly when to strike. It requires the understanding of rules that will never be put into print. It does not require love. It does not require a kind heart.

Jared Johnson, or JJ, as he’d been called since birth, is on a hunt. Not for sex. Not for the comfort of a relationship. He needs a business transaction. He has a winter trip coming up and needs a woman at his side. Someone who is close to his age. Someone between sixty-five and seventy. Someone who knows how to play the game of the Rich Companion. A game that JJ is familiar with. A game he played often in his younger years. He knows the poise that is required.

Good posture. She needs to have it. A strong, straight back. Muscular calves. Shapely legs. No tree trunk ankles. No wide, flat ass. Firm ass. Firm tits. He doesn’t care how she got them. If it means she has to wear a bedazzled double wire push-up bra or have buckets of fat liposuctioned out of her, he doesn’t mind. What he needs is someone who can smile and nod. Someone who he does not need to impress. Someone that he will not want to touch. He needs a Bobblehead Widow and he knows where to find one.

JJ knows the cost of divorce. He has lost three houses and parts of his pensions to divorce, not dementia. Now, in his seventy-fifth year, he has been given the investment opportunity of his ever-shortening lifetime. His years are numbered, and he knows it. Maybe ten good ones left. Five for sure. He needs a woman who understands what he wants. She also needs to understand that he is not going to pay for the time she spends with him. He will pay the cost of travel and food.