He smiled down on me while I pressed my hand to his zipper and said, sorry I can't ride with you. My first thought was Oh Shit, he's a cop!! He saw my panic and took my hand.
"It's not what you think, I'm not a cop and I'm over 18. It's just that my buddies are waiting for me to bring back our pizza and beer. We're having a poker night" he explained.
"Oh thank god. You had me worried."
"What if you come back to my house with me? My friends are there but my parents are away for the weekend. You can help me out of my tight jeans." He flashed a smile (a wicked smile).
I thought, what the hell. This might be fun. "How many guys will be there?"
"At least 5, including me and maybe a couple of girlfriends. I promise you will be safe, Mrs. Robinson." He winked.
Oh crap, he knows me?? "How do you know me but I don't know you?" I asked nervously.
"My brother and I have been doing your yard and pool for the last couple of summers. We always bet on what you will be wearing while you sunbathe"
"Oh my god, you're little Jeff from the neighborhood!! Well aren't you all grown up. How would you like to apply for another summer job Jeff? I have some maintenance issues around the house that my husband just can seem to get to. From the look and feel of things, I think you could handle them for me." |