Manso and Jones

Your body thrums with excitement as you deicde to see Manso and Jones first. Although this is not what you had planned for your free day today, you're determined to make the most of it. In addition, since this is going to be your last day at the nursing home, you deicde to try to make it one for some of the male residents to remember. And with that thought, you decide to give Manso and Jones, and head to the 'playroom'.

The playroom was simply a padded gym, usually used for group yoga or stretching, with the pads to protect the old folks' limbs. It's not in use at the moment, except for Manso and Jones grappling at each other, laughing as they try to throw each other around. You walk in side and look them both over. Manso is a bit more wiry, his head completely bald, and his complexion one of a man who's been through a lot. His skin is rough and he looks like he had been a rough biker type at one point in his life.

Jones is much more well built - a former, and arguably current jock for his age - with rapidly thinning grey hair and a receding hairline. He looks good enough that he could easily pass for 45 or 50. Together, the two men are both in excellent shape for their age, and you almost admire their forms through their exercise shorts and shirts they're wearing.

Their wrestling and grappling stop when you enter the room, and you feel their eyes on you, and smell the sweat and exertion they've already been through. "Hello Joy. Come to fufill your promise?" starts Manso.

You feign ignorance to rile them a bit, and your finger goes to your lip in a teasing manner. "What promise is that?"

"That'd you'd wrestle with us on your last day?" He comes towards you, and you fight the urge to back away. "Are you afraid of us, Joy?"

You smile. "I don't fear anyone. Bring it on - I can take on you old folks any day!" You slip off your shoes, and move to the center of the room, crouching in what would almost pass for a defensive stance. "Now which one of you is first?"

You feel their eyes on you - Manso on your front, and Jones' behind you - and you wonder who's going to start...