When I was in my early teens new neighbors moved in next door. Rick and Laura were our new neighbors. There was a significant age difference between Rick and Laura. At that age I didn't know much, but I do remember hearing my parents and other neighbors refer to Laura as a "trophy wife." Well, it turned out that Laura was a very attractive blonde and was 25 years old while her husband, Rick, was 40 at the time.
As a teen growing up and taking more and more interest in girls and women, it was hard to not notice Laura - although I called her Mrs. J, out of respect. She had a dynamite body. She was always well dressed. Always looking classy, sexy, or both. She was seldom without makeup, at least that I saw. She was probably the hottest older woman I knew.
Fast forward to last winter. I had turned 18 in December. I was an athlete in school, and while a typical, horny, red-blooded, American boy, I also didn't take much time with girls - mainly because I was shy and didn't know how to act around them without feeling awkward.
This particular cold, February night I had gone to the school to watch the girls basketball game and went out with friends to hang out afterward. I was just getting home about midnight, knowing that my parents had gone to the family cottage, up north. As I got out of my car in our driveway a car pulled into the driveway next door. The now thirty year old Laura got out of it and paid the driver - as it must have been an Uber. Even in the dark she looked great. I could hear her high heeled boots click on the concrete as she moved toward their front door. Laura noticed me and waved as she hollered, "Hi, neighbor!" I smiled and waved back. As she waved, her keys flew out of her hand and they landed in the snow. I hear Laura exclaim, "Son of a bitch! Jay, can you come over here and help me find my keys?"
I walked around on the sidewalk to where she was standing. In the dark it wasn't easy to see where the keys had gone into the snow, but I did find the spot after scanning the snow for a short time. While I was looking for the keys I could tell that Laura had drunk a few too many cocktails. I could smell it on her and her balance was slightly off. As I plucked the keys out of the snow she thanked me profusely and then asked me to see her in to the house, as she admitted her tipsiness.
