The soft grass feels good underfoot. Eventually Miyuki will have to have it mowed, but for now she’ll leave it to grow and maybe to go to seed. Here and there throughout the yard wildflowers spring up. The purple ones bloom big. They bob and weave in the morning breeze. Miyuki admires them as she swings.

The air is so fresh. The creak of the swing quite comforting. Most days old Mr. Fletcher appears at his upstairs window. Miyuki bares her breasts for him. Likely he’s able to ascertain the stiffening of her nipples as her arousal grows. At the base of the window his old hand strokes his cock. He masturbates more or less to the rhythm of Miyuki’s swing. As her orgasm approaches, Miyuki slides her camisole to the side, exposing her sex. She touches a fingertip to the tip of her fattened clitoris, and that invariably sends Mr. Fletcher over the edge. Sunlight catches the glint and gleam of discharged seed as it arcs through the air to splatter the sidewalk below. Miyuki’s come complete, she takes a deep breath, replaces her gown, waves goodbye to Mr. Fletcher, and goes inside to start her day.