Thursday, December 6, 2012

"So where do twenty seven year olds go out in this town?" Mary Carmen asked.  She was not so much interested in the answer as she was in watching him speak.  Mary Carmen pretended not to notice that there shoulders were touching, her left shoulder to his right.  She was turned in her chair to face him slightly.  

Dillon just smiled.  His sunglasses were on his head and his eyes were slightly red.  Slightly red.  He was a gardener.  Twenty seven, six three, handsome in a reptilian way.  Not latin, but polished.   Lythe and strong from his outdoor work, but not grungy like a landscaper.  Smooth and polished.  You would not find a leaf blower on Dillon's back.  He was not that kind of gardener.  

Mary Carmen had already asked for his card.  Oh you plant gardens? She had asked? Can you plant one in my yard?  I've always been so fond of gardening.  I would just love it if you could plant one of your garden beds in my backyard.

And three days later she called.  And so now Dillon was driving his truck with his tools and a yard of black soil in the flat bed.  10:30 in the morning on a Wednesday in June.  Hot already.  "Oh Wednesday would be just perfect.  I have Yoga in the morning at nine, can you come after that?  Richard is out of town until Friday, so this will work out just perfectly!" 

And so he arrived at the gate and pushed the call button, the temperature rising as the ac poured out the open window.  Ten thirty in the morning and it was hot already.  Come on in chirped a voice through the intercom.  The chain rattled as the gate opened.  He parked on the asphalt behind the garage under a mango tree laden with large still green fruit.  

And there was Mary Carmen in her stretch tight yoga suit.  Thirty eight years old, two kids in school, Porsche Cayenne S Turbo Soccer Mom car.  Ten thirty in the morning on a Wednesday and Richard is out of town.  Just perfect.

"Would you like a glass of tea?" she asked.  He had not started working yet.  She turned her back to him.  With her feet three feet apart and her legs and back straight back she bent forward from the waist and turned off the hose. "I was just doing a little bit of watering" The black material stretched thin over her ass.  Dillon observed the outline of her thong bikini underwear, showing a little pink under the shear tights.

It was really no more difficult than taking passed hors d'ouvres from a tray.  Sure I would love a glass of tea.  He had followed her into the kitchen and when she turned toward him with the tea in her hand, Dillon was standing too close.  She put the tea down on the counter and looked up at him.  She felt herself wet and hot.  She put down the tea and lifted her chin.  

"Maybe I should plant the garden first."

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