Lola at 62

The Babu imagines what an ageing Humbert Humbert and a 62-year-old Lolita might sound like:

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.”
(Lola, darling, pass the Viagra please.)
(Not now, Humby, my varicose veins need massaging, and besides, you know it’s bad for you–last time you had those blue flashes and your heart started racing, sweets.)
“Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.”
(Humby, did you remember to put in your dentures?)

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