It was a dark and stormy night. The only light came from the flickering candle that sat on the table in front of the old man. He was sitting in his chair, staring off into the darkness. He was old, and his eyesight was not what it used to be. He had been sitting there for hours, just waiting.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The old man got up from his chair and went to answer it. He opened the door and there was a young woman standing there. She was beautiful, with long, blonde hair. She was wearing a dress that showed off her curves.

The old man looked at her for a moment, then invited her in. The young woman stepped inside and the old man closed the door behind her. They stood there for a moment, looking at each other.

Then, the old man took the young woman in his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back, and they began to undress each other. They made love in the candlelight, and it was the most passionate experience the old man had ever had.

After they were done, the old man led the young woman back to his chair and sat down. She looked at him, and he smiled.

"Thank you for that," she said.

"Don't thank me," the old man said. "Thank history."