Tripp hears the longing in her voice and feels even more pity for her. He waits while she prepares the hot chocolate in the kitchen part of her room.

He looks around the room. Typical of an old person with the medicines, warm clothes, slippers, magazines, bible and Christian tracts. But it doesn't have that musty old person smell - it smells nice and fresh.

And then he sees it. There, hidden under some books and papers, he sees a dildo sticking out. God, this old woman stimulates herself with that dildo. He would never have expected this from such an old woman. She still thinks about sex.

Who would have guessed that? His eyes flash around now, looking for more, and then he sees the lubricant, standing amongst the other bottles on her bed table.