Caroline always said she would marry a rich man. She didn’t care what he looked like, or how old he was as long as he could provide her with all the luxuries she wanted. What she didn’t count on was the fact that he might be too old to provide her with the physical necessities she also needed. So while staring out her bedroom window one afternoon, watching the landscapers she decided that she was tired of taking care of herself and she was going to do something about it. Her husband was out of town, so she figured, why not? 
They were just finishing up the front yard and would be coming around the back very shortly, so she brought a blanket down, covered the chaise lounge, and fantasized about the young, hard bodies she was about to seduce.