It was Sunday afternoon and I was lounging on the settee drinking a generous glass of wine watching Dirty Dancing for the 100th time when there was a knock on the door.
"Surprise!" A tall shaven headed young man waving a bottle of vodka greeted me, "Is he in?"
It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus; then I recognised him.
"Lee?" I shouted, and held my arms out to greet my son's best friend since school. As we embraced I saw another couple of young men standing in the corridor of my block of flats. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I stepped back and took in his new muscular tattooed frame.
"We've got a few days holiday so thought I'd bring the lads back home and show them the sights. Is Jason in?"
"No babes," I sighed and smiled. "At work I'm afraid...until about 10...a 12 hour shift." He looked disappointed. "Come in though...come in. Tell me all about the Army."
Lee grinned and nodded before asking, "Is it okay if my mates come in too?" Then waved the bottle again and the other four showed my beer and a two litre bottle of Coke.
"Yeah...yeah...come in."
Once inside we gathered in the tiny kitchen where drinks were poured and shared, as Lee explained they had been out on the town since Friday night, sleeping at his parents house and had just spent two hours in a local pub called The Flying Horse, which made his friends chuckle.
It took a few seconds for the pub's name to resonate..."Oh!" I smiled, "Strippers?"
Lee looked sheepish then nodded and grinned, before changing the subject.
"This is Sandy...Sandra? My mate's Mum...I told you about her...last night...remember?" He slightly slurred as two of his friends looked at each other and smirked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I quizzed him as I punched his arm.
"You know." The young soldier looked sheepish again; but 60 hours of drinking had given him plenty of Dutch Courage. "When I used to come around and stay on weekends...you would..." He then looked at his friends for encouragement as I slurped down a mouthful of vodka. "You would...'accidentally' walk across the room in ...your skimpies!" He nervously laughed as he waited for my reaction.
"I...I...I don't remember...any such thing." I lied and looked away as I slurped another mouthful of my holiday measured drink.
"Yeh you do." He laughed as he sensed me discomfort. "You would be in your bedroom getting ready to go out while we played video games...then suddenly you would burst in wearing just your knickers and bra looking for your phone or something."
Lee looked at his mates who were all grinning, presumably because he'd gone into graphic detail about my 'little game' the previous evening when they were all drunk.
It was true. Lee had always been tall for age and good looking too; and a few years ago I'd enjoyed teasing him; not really thinking that my son was watching too.
"I even remember a couple of nights when you wore stockings and sussies." He carried on, "that was the first time I'd ever seen anything like that outside a porn film. And I'd wank myself silly as soon as you went out...usually into...your knickers or your bra."
"Stop it...stop it!" I blushed and slapped his arm again.
"Why?" Lee chuckled, "It's true...you knew, didn't you?"
The atmosphere was electric now as 5 drunk and horny young men surrounded me in my tiny kitchen.
"Sort of." I whispered.
"Sort of?" He laughed out loud, "some nights after two or three wanks they were fucking caked in my gunk!"
"Lee! That's enough...stop it!" I slapped his arm again and wobbled slightly so his friend grabbed me and pulled me towards him.
"How about giving us a show like that Missus?" The stocky mixed race boy asked with a smile, "You're a lot sexier than any of them hags we've just been watching."
"What?" I gasped.
"Yeh...I'll throw in £20 for a lap dance." Another called out as he waved a £20 note.
"Me too." two more joined in.
"How about it Sandy?" Lee asked; slightly menacingly, "A lap dance in your skimpies? For old times sake?"
Now each one had notes in their hands and were chanting "Lap dance...lap dance...lap dance."
It was madness that I would even contemplate such a thing, although the money would certainly come in useful and years ago I'd even considered becoming a stripper when money was tight and a boyfriend suggested it.
Hell; at 38 I was still quite good looking and sexyish; or so men told me. My big boobs sag a bit too much, that's for sure but a lot of men like that sort of thing and my tummy isn't too soft as I go to the gym a couple of times a week.
SHIT! What was I thinking?
"Come on Sandy." Lee grinned and whispered in my ear, " here's £130 for a bit of a lap dance; and you finally get to watch me wank for once."