I had a part time job working for a gardening mob during the long break at university. Hard work physically, but it helped me stay in condition and was good for the wallet.
I was out doing some standard maintenance at this big old house with a really large set of grounds. I was there to mow the lawns (with a ride-on mower - neat) and trim the edges. The actual gardens and trimming of hedges and such was to be left to the real gardeners, my boss making sure that I understood I wasn't a real gardener - just a yard-boy who might learn something.
There didn't appear to be anyone home. I just waltzed in and got to work on the front lawn. Large enough, but small compared to the backyard. I finished the front lawn, mown and edged, and headed on around back.
It was a nice hot day with a slight touch of a breeze. The ideal sort of day to be down at the beach, chasing the girls and making a fool of myself, and here was I, working. It's a hard life.
My hard life got just a little more interesting when the back door opened and this pretty young thing came sauntering out. She was around eighteen, nice smile, blonde with hazel eyes and a very nice figure. I could see quite a lot of that very nice figure as she was wearing what was almost a little red bikini. (To really be a bikini it would have to grow a bit.)
I still had the mower in idle, so I stopped for a moment to have a chat.
"Morning," I said. "I thought nobody was home."
"Typical. He's only just seen me and he thinks I'm nobody."
"Now you know I didn't mean it like that," I said with a laugh. "If you let me know where you intend to sun bake, I'll cut that area first so you won't have to move later."
An assumption on my part, but wearing that almost bikini and carrying a towel, what would you think?
She thanked me very nicely and indicated a section of the lawn, and I proceeded to carve a nice little circle for her. She thanked me again, settled onto her towel and just relaxed like a cat enjoying the heat.
I went back to my mowing, thinking lascivious thoughts about pretty young thing in bikinis.
I finished the mowing without crashing the mower, which was a bit of a wonder with the distraction that was lying on the lawn. Then it was out with the edger and start working my away around the lawn. About three-quarters of the way around the lawn I spotted something glinting in the grass. Bending down I found a gold pendant and chain, with what looked to me like a very nice little diamond set in it.
I stuck the pendant and chain in my pocket, leaving the chain dangling to remind me to give it to the bathing beauty before I left. Then on with the mundane task of trimming.
Finally finishing, I packed the gear away and then sauntered over to my favourite sunbather.
"Excuse me," I said, waiting for her to open her eyes and acknowledge me.
"I found this," I said, when she deigned to crack one eye open.
I dangled the chain and pendant in front of her. She focused on it and it was as though she'd hit a jackpot. Both eyes popped wide and she was standing in a blur of motion, grabbing for the pendant.
"My pendant," she shrieked. "I thought it was gone for good. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you."
She sank back down onto her towel, not taking her eyes off the pendant.
"I thought I'd lost it forever and I was so upset. You don't know how much it means to me. Anything I can do for you in return, I will. Anything at all."
Now I knew that this was just the standard sort of hyperbole that a teenager comes up with, but the offer was there, so I decided to take advantage of it. She was already lying back down, just waving the pendant in front of her face and smiling at it.
I reached down, took hold of her bathers and pulled them smoothly down, lifting her legs high at the same time, nearly bending her in two.
"What do you think you're doing?" she squealed in great indignation.
"Taking the reward you offered," I said glibly, waiting for the screaming protest.
She surprised me. She giggled.
"I didn't mean anything like this and you know it," she reproved. "I'm not allowed to do things like this so you'll just have to back off."
"Really?" I asked. "Can you give me one good reason why I should?"
"Um, how about I won't be eighteen for another week?"
I have to admit. That was a pretty good reason. I backed off with commendable haste, watching with irritation as she wriggled her bikini back into position, still giggling. At me, but I guess I earned it.
"Nice try," she said, "but shame on you, trying to take advantage of a poor defenceless girl."
"Somehow, I get this feeling that you're not exactly defenceless," I grumbled. "When do you really turn eighteen, or are you already?"
"No, I'm not. Like I said, next week. Friday to be exact. Too bad you weren't cutting the lawns next week. I'd have been just the right age."
"No matter," I told her. "I'll just add a note to my diary, reminding me that I need to ravish, what's your name?"
"Ronnie."
"Right. Need to ravish Ronnie next time I'm doing the lawns here."
"Ah, if that's in the notes associated with this job, does that mean whoever comes next time will be instructed to ravish me?"
