Harry, the newest resident at the nursing home, is an old 85-year-old man whose wife passed away a few months ago. He rarely leaves his room, while trying to adjust to nursing home life. On occasion, he is seen sitting on a couch in one of the main living rooms, staring out the window with tears in his eyes.

Delores, another resident in her 80s, noticed Harry's sobbing one afternoon. Feeling bad for him, she approached calmly and asked what was bothering him so much.

"I'm so lonely," said Harry, "Without my wife here, I feel alone. Will you come sit here with me and keep me company?"

Compelled to make a new friend and to ease his pain, she takes a seat next to him. His sobbing gets a bit more intense.

Harry continued by saying, "Every afternoon, at about this time in the late afternoon, my wife and I would make love. We did it every day for 60 years."

Delores felt pretty bad for him, but was caught off guard when he grabbed her hand and placed it on his inner thigh.

After about ten minutes, Harry looked at her and asked, "Would you do me a kind favor for a lonely old man?"

"Sure Harry, what is it?" asked Delores.

"If I unzip my trousers, would you just hold it for a few minutes? It would really put me at ease," he said.

"Oh, Harry, I don't know about that." she replied.

His sobbing got even more intense. Delores was feeling really bad for him, so after a minute or so, she gave in and agreed to hold his member.

At first, it was an uncomfortable feeling for her. But after a half-hour of it, she became more at ease with the idea. As the early dinner bell rang, Harry zipped back up and said, "I would really appreciate it if you would come back and meet me here again tomorrow at 4:00."

She reluctantly agreed. And so it went the next day. And the next day. And the next. This went on for a couple of weeks, that they would sit on the couch, with her holding his shriveled up buddy and staring out the window together. It became something of a relationship for her - Delores was actually looking forward to it every morning she woke up.

Then one afternoon at 4:00, she walked to the living room and Harry wasn't there. She checked his room to no avail. She searched the nursing home high and low, asking people if they had seen him. Finally, she found another old man who said he saw Harry sitting on the bench in the garden.

So, Delores went out there and saw him sitting with another woman. As she got closer, she saw the old lady holding his dick.

"What the hell are you doing Harry?" she asked with an obviously angry tone. "How could you do such a thing to me? What does she have that I don't, Harry?"

Harry looked up at her, and shrewdly answered, "Parkinson's"