Lawn Boy

When i was younger i wished that i could have been the 'lawn boy' to some rich older lady who yearned for attention that she didnt receive from her husband.
She would be older - but not too old. Harmless flirting turned seduction. I being a young teenaged boy would have been a deer in headlights - not knowing when, how or what to do. Here's how it would have happen....

"Well hello Brian - its good to see you"
"Hi Mrs. Johnson - good to see you too"
"Why dont you get started on the front yard and im going to finish my yoga workout"
....she would leave the shades open on purpose so as i was mowing the lawn - i could see right through the front window...
....as i finished the front and went to the back yard - she had wrapped up her workout and made her way to the shower - again leaving the shades wide open. She knew what she was doing and i did too - it was glorious.
...when i finished she came out to inspect my work
"Brian - you did a lovely job - very thorough"
"Thank you mrs. johnson"
"Would you like to come in for an ice cold glass of lemonade?"
"You have no idea...."

and ill leave the rest to myself.

We are all 'lawn boys' deep within.
Today - I was my wife's 'lawn boy'... and she makes some great lemonade...