It was Father's Day the first time I that I had seen Gina. She had been my eldest son's latest squeeze. Gina was breathtakingly beautiful, had a great body, utterly charming with an infectious smile and had a great personality to complete the package. I don't ever remember meeting a woman who looked as attractive as Gina who was not stuck up or had some other personality quirk.
Gina had driven Karl, my son, to my house that day as he had lost his driving privileges. She explained that she had a few things to do and would return to pick up Karl a little later on that day. I saw her to the door while Karl got a few beer from the fridge. She gave me a warm hug and to my surprise she planted a big kiss right on my lips. She wished me Happy Father's Day as she walked out the door. I could feel my groin stir as I watched her walk down the drive to her car. She was wearing tight white shorts that displayed her tight behind which had a natural wiggle that left my mouth dry. I shook my head and dismissed the thought as I closed the door.
Karl, who was 28, still lived with his mother {my first wife from a long time ago} in the town next to the town where I now lived. He was just a young child when we had split up, but we had kept in contact and grew to become good friends over the years. Before to long the conversation got around to Gina.
"So, looks like you found the one," I said to Karl.
"What do you mean?" he replied.
"Well, Gina of course." He could be quite daft at times.
"Gina? Nah, she's just a girl I know that is chauffeuring me around."
"Karl she is one piece of work. They don't make 'em much nicer than that. She looks like she would make you a great little wife," I said.
All of a sudden Karl's mood changed as he screamed out.
"Don't you start! First Mum and now you. I'm happy just the way things are. Besides, I'm never getting married" he said in a huff. "And definitely not to Gina. No way!"
"Ok, OK!" I said not wanting to upset the applecart. "Enough said about that."
We took our beers out onto the deck. Karl took something from his pocket. It was a cigarette which he lit.
"Since when did you start smoking?" I asked.
"It's not tobacco, it's weed," he said as he passed it to me.
I hadn't smoked pot since my highschool days some 25 years ago. I thought that it wouldn't hurt so I took it from him with a bit of hesitation. I took a drag which at first went down pretty smooth, then I choked and coughed.
"Good stuff, eh Pops?" Karl said with a big laugh.
"I don't remember choking on it like that when I was younger" I replied passing the joint back to my son.
"It's much better now-a-days Dad. They say that it's as much as twenty times stronger than when you were young."
We finished the joint and our beers. Gina still hadn't returned and Karl had to get home so I drove him. He said he would call Gina on the cell and let her know when he got in. He gave me a big hug and reached into his pocket and took out a small bag of grass. "Here, have a real good Father's Day," he said and shoved it into my hand with a couple of rolling papers and quickly got out of