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.
As my parents had raised me to be a gentleman to ladies, I offered my arm to her as we went up the front steps. I felt a sense of warmth and grinned inside as she took my arm. I unlocked the door and held the door for her as she went in. I stood in the foyer and said, "Well, I'm glad you got in safely. Here are your keys." I placed the keys on the table in the foyer.
Laura was looking in the mirror over the table and pulled lipstick out of her purse and applied it to her sensuous lips. I kind of wondered why she was doing that, but chalked it up to her being drunk and being a "high maintenance" woman, as I had heard my mom call her over the years.
She turned back toward me and said, "You can't go. I have to thank you."
