A Kind of Pygmalion

He had a Galatea named Deidre. His plastic inamorata. Considering his advanced age she was also his Lolita. Deidre and he would climax together. while he played his essential part. For a while he sparked and enkindled. Canoodling in domestic bliss, he would dress her, paint her toenails, apply makeup; see to her every need. It seemed to him that Deidre’s sexual demands grew stronger. He lost sleep, grew weak of limb, his health failed, until he could no longer manage for himself. In the end she had to carry him everywhere like a doll.