Ah, Mary, they revert in their tottering age! I had several like that whom I took care when I worked in hospital. There was one in particular, a Greek patriarch, quite randy despite recovering from a heart attack. He ruled the roost. Every night when I would bend across to tuck him in, he would try, quite blatantly, to slide his hand up my uniform skirt. He knew perfecty well what he was trying to do, too!