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with his friends and play chess. His friends had other plans for Old Man Harold. "Harold," they said, "We have a special day planned for you." A sleek black limo pulled up. The driver opened the door for Old Man Harold and his friends escorted him in. "Harold," they said, "This limo will take you to Atlantic City and to the best suite at the best hotel on the Boardwalk. Everything that hotel has to offer is at your service. We will cover all your expenses. You can have whatever you want." With that said, they shut the door and Old Man Harold was whisked away. Old Man Harold was greeted by the owner of the hotel and given a VIP tour of all the amenities: the gambling, the restaurants, the nightclubs, the gym. Old Man Harold was very impressed, but tired. "Would you show me to my room?" he said. The suite was opulent, to say the least. There was every type of wine and liquor imaginable arrayed. Tables groaned with food. The furniture was so plush, Harold thought he might disappear if he sat on it. The bed, the bed was half the size of the room and the room was as big as his city apartment! Old Man Harold was hungry. So he plucked an apple off the table and was just about to peel it with his penknife when the doorbell rang. "Probably Benny and the rest of the guys," he thought. The bell rang again. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he said. He put the apple back on the table, his penknife back in his pocket, grabbed his walker and started his trek to the door. The bell rang again. "Keep your shirt on!" he said. He opened the door just as the bell rang for the fourth time. "I told...". What he saw first was a pair of black high-heeled patent leather boots. As he scanned up he saw well-toned legs, a very skimpy red bikini-bottom, a red bikini-top that was much too small for its contents and a pink feather-boa wrapped around the exquisite neck of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She threw her shoulders back, place her hands on her hips and said, "I'm here to give you super sex!" Old Man Harold cocked his head, thought a moment, then said, "What kind of soup?"