It isn’t going to happen to Dave Fleming. No way. He isn’t going to end up growing old. He has this aging thing beat. He works out, eats healthy, takes all the right supplements. As a result, he’s a handsome man, with a killer body, and it’s going to stay that way. But it doesn’t work. Though he’s done his best to swim upstream, Dave is swept steadily along to senior citizenship along with everyone else. In the process, he passed up chances for love. Now here he is, in his twilight years and alone, sharing his life with his faithful Labrador. One night as Dave stands before his bathroom mirror getting ready for bed, he bemoans the fact that he was so absorbed in the physical that he’d let love pass him by. He stares at his reflection in the mirror and wishes he could go back, be young again, and experience it all once more, even for just a short time. Maybe he’d even find love. If Dave gets his chance, will he take advantage of it and make his wish come true?

Mirror, Mirror

“Love you, Princess. Be good. Daddy won’t be home too late.”


He took a last look at himself in the ornate oval mirror which hung just inside the door in the entry hall. He shook his head, sighed, and left. 2


As Dave walked up the long, curved drive to Nick’s house, he tried to shake off the morose feelings his preparing for the party had brought up. After all, he usually had a good time at one of Nick’s shindigs. And truth be told, they were all in the same boat, marching inevitably to the same end. All of them, twinks, silver daddies, and the in-betweens—were on the same path, only at different points along the way. By the time Dave got to Nick’s door his mood had improved. He rang the bell.


Nick opened the door. He was holding his Yorkie, Puddin’ Pop. Today the little dog was dressed as Madonna. Puddin’ was a male—a doggy in drag. He vibrated excitedly when he saw Dave.


Chapter 4