Chapter 7

"Thanks for going shopping with me, Ann," Sarah said breathlessly as she deposited a huge armload of sacks and packages on a chair in her den. "I know that getting a babysitter and all is a pain... I did appreciate your company."

"Are you kidding?" responded Ann. "I am ready to shop anytime. With Beth Newman at home for the summer, I almost have a built in babysitter. I had a great time too... and, Bob will love the little skirt that I bought. I hope he will love all four pairs of shoes that I got too!"

Both Sarah and Ann collapsed on the couch in exhausted heaps. Their conversation was punctuated by joyous laughter.

"That skirt is so short that Bob's eyes will pop out completely when he sees it!" commented Sarah. "I am horribly envious of you petite, thin people. Us 'big' gals could never get away with wearing something that short."

"That's not true, Sarah. You have beautiful legs. That little pink number you have on now is not a great deal longer than the skirt I bought. Plus, it is much... uh... slinkier, shall we say."

"I do like this little dress. It is so comfortable... and Harry seems to notice every time I wear it. How about something cold to drink?"

"Thanks, water would be great," said Ann.

"Water? A word of wisdom: Never drink water... fish fuck in it. How about a gin and tonic?"

"If you insist," laughed Ann. "It is a bit early in the afternoon though."

"It is "Happy Hour" already... in... ah... Bermuda! Let's drink to the fine citizens of that island nation and to continued positive international relations between our countries!"

After a brief moment of stirring around in the kitchen, Sarah emerged with two tall, icy glasses each decorated with a slice of lime.

"Ooo, yum," said Ann after she took a refreshing sip. Her sip was followed closely by an alcohol-induced cough. "And, smooth," laughed Ann. "Youch, these are strong."

Just then, Al Newman Jr. rounded the corner of the house pushing his faithful mower. He wore his typical yard work attire-baseball cap, tee shirt cut off just beneath the shoulders, and very tight denim shorts. His lean muscles rippled as he maneuvered the mower here and there.

"Al Jr. does your yard too, I see," said Ann. "If only I was a few years younger... my, my, look at that tight stomach and... that hard little ass."

"How naughty of you to think such a thing... he is beautiful though, isn't he?" whispered Sarah. "Look at those shoulders... gracious me! What a pleasant sight."

Ann and Sarah settled into a relaxed gin and tonic mode in Sarah's opulent den. Both watched with iniquitous fascination as Al Jr. moved about the backyard. Each circuitous trip brought him closer and closer to the large windows across the back of the room. Finally on one of his passes, Al glanced inside, recognized Ann and Sarah seated on the Best's large couch, and smiled broadly at them.

"One day that boy is going to make some lucky girl scream in ecstasy. I'll bet he can keep his little thing up for a very long time," said Sarah softly.

"Ooo, who's being naughty now, Mrs. Best?" exclaimed Ann.

"Three times in one night... think of that... I bet he is up for it... he he... so to speak. Just the thought of it gives me the shivers."

"Unfortunately, my guess is that he thinks we are older than dirt!" said Ann disgustedly. "A pair of matronly old ladies... and maybe we are... sigh..."

An evil grin came over Sarah's face.

"I can tell you are thinking something really wicked," whispered Ann. "I can't wait to hear."

"Being slightly intoxicated and all, I am feeling the need to reaffirm my identity as a desirable woman," said Sarah slowly. "Al Jr. may be a bit young, but he is a man... with a dick... and I am not ready to take this old body and move into a nursing home quite yet. I think I still have the ability to make muscular young men take notice."

"Yes?" A quizzical look settled on Ann face.

"Like if I... flashed him next time he passes... accidentally of course... just to see what happens." Sarah burst out laughing.

"You evil cock tease, you... that would be bad... really bad... only a thoroughly wicked woman would entertain such a yummy idea!" said Ann laughing.

"Then, tell me when he is coming so I don't have to look in his direction."