Growing up I always liked to be around Mrs. Lewis, I mean she was old but she sure didn't look old like my mom and she didn't act like an old lady either. I knew she was divorced but I just couldn't understand how her husband could have ever left her; I knew I never would if I'd been married to her. Although mom told me not to pester her, she didn't seem to mind my being around, and I used the excuse of helping her with yard work so I could hang at her house. There was never anything sexual or anything like that but somehow I knew I was in the presence of a woman and it gave me a thrill.
Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my girl Erma broke up with me and her excuse was that I was too immature. The next Saturday I was at Mrs. Lewis' house to cut her lawn and we were sitting around her kitchen table as she drank her coffee and I had a glass of milk and some cookies she had. She was in her robe, that meant she had her nightgown on underneath and sometimes if I was lucky the robe would come open just enough that I could see her boobs through her gown. I was daydreaming about looking at her boobs and I guess I didn't hear her speak to me.
"Bobby, Earth to Bobby are you in there?"
I liked the way she teased me like that, she went on,
"I asked how you and your new girl are getting along."
I told her how we broke up and that I'd never be able to understand women.
"If you spent more time listening to what they said and less time trying to look at their breasts you might understand better."
I know my face went beet red as I could feel the embarrassment burning in my cheeks. How did she know I was trying to peek, it was so humiliating to be caught like that and by an adult.