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[neonlyte]

The story so far:

In May, brother in law (missing for 2 days) was found under bed with gashed head and no memory.

It transpires:
- not only did he blow €85,000 on blow jobs... yes... we'd have all volunteered but his last conquest(?), a Romanian - he's stepped down from Ukrainians as they are too expensive - didn't get paid.

Enter Romanians husband (? - pimp) who proceeds to give a seventy-five year old a kicking.

Hence the 'under bed job', hospital and old peoples home.

He sprung himself. We rescued him again and brought him to our home near Portugal. He's a little shame faced, a little unsteady on his feet... and for the last several hours has been ensconced with the divorcee next door - who happens to be the divorced wife of his best friend whom we had to lunch yesterday.

I can only presume he cleared his path before embarking upon a one way trip back to the old peoples home.

ANY ADVICE would be welcome

He did return a few minutes after disappearing with the divorcee next door, presumably for his condoms... he's not entirely gaga.

 

[ms.read]

oh my, he sounds like a regular romeo/don juan.

You must take away his script of viagra, maybe that would settle him down.

 

[glynndah]

While this behavior is entertaining to read about, although, not, I'm sure, to deal with on a daily basis, if it's not his normal course of action, you might want to consider a visit to the doctor.

 

[neonlyte]

oh my, he sounds like a regular romeo/don juan.

You must take away his script of viagra, maybe that would settle him down.

Viagra.... !!!!!! nah... nah... nah

About ten years ago, he took along the SO and I to visit an old flame. After the usual preliminaries - don't imagine... just pay attention - the old flame told him she had something of his and rose, beckoning him to follow. The SO and I sat still, as you do... admiring the old photographs, the embroideries of 'Home Sweet Home' framed on the wall, and cogitated.

After about fifteen minutes, the SO called 'Mano?' - not MANU, our industrious Lit technic-wiz but Mano, an abbreviation of Armando. Of course, it would be MANo Mano emerged, followed by a flustered looking 'old flame' who looked like she'd just tested the ignition to see if it still fired up. We left soon after.

'See!" Mano said. 'See why I needed an escort.'

He's just returned from 'er next door' innocently explaining they've been reading novels... this is a guy who finds the sports page boring

ETA: Glyndahh... lot'a doctors. The last said he must, on no account, be left alone. Easier said than done, but it is prelude to having him assigned as incapable of looking after himself. It's a rotten choice, but we are running out of alternatives given we don't always live in the country he calls home.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Oh dear, dementia at its worst. Good luck in finding a home where the residents have enough privacy to enjoy some sex, on occasion. I understand that such places do exist but in most homes the idea of geriatric love is considered to be nearly obscene.

 

[neonlyte]

Oh dear, dementia at its worst. Good luck in finding a home where the residents have enough privacy to enjoy some sex, on occasion. I understand that such places do exist but in most homes the idea of geriatric love is considered to be nearly obscene.

The one we have in mind is in the countryside village where he was born, there are sheep next door

 

[voluptuary_manque]

The one we have in mind is in the countryside village where he was born, there are sheep next door

Ohhhhh-kaaayyyyy . . .

 

[ozymandiask]

The one we have in mind is in the countryside village where he was born, there are sheep next door

Just don't let him have a pair of wellies.