"I'll take one more Max, and then I should probably head for home."
"OK, Mrs. Higgins. Coming right up. Are you alright?"
"Yeah Max. I'm fine. I guess I'm just finally realizing that as of 3:30 this afternoon, I'm a 50 year old divorced woman."
"Well, you are the hottest 50 year old woman I've ever seen," Max said.
"Thanks Max. You're sweet." Max walked to the bar and then returned with another glass of wine. "Thanks Max. Can I have a menu?" Max returned to the bar and brought a menu back to her.
After she ordered her dinner, she sat alone contemplating her life. Maggie Higgins was 5'3" tall and weighed 120 pounds and had a very nice body made that way by three visits to the gym each week. She married Ron Higgins a month after they both graduated from college at the age of 22. Both of them were teachers at a nearby high middle school.
Two years after they were married, they had a daughter named Megan, and two years after that they had a son named, James. Megan, a legal secretary living 35 miles away, married and has two children age three and five. James lived 200 miles away and had just married a year ago and had no children.
Ron and Maggie had a relatively normal marriage for many years. They were involved in their children's lives growing up. They had a nice middle class home in a typical middle class neighborhood. Their sex life was adequate; sometimes Ron wished it was more frequent and sometimes Maggie wished it was more intimate and intense.
But now it was all over. Over the last four or five years, they had fallen out of love with each other, so Ron wasn't getting frequents sex and Maggie wasn't getting intimate sex. As a matter of fact, neither of them were getting sex at all as they tried to work out their issues. Finally, they both had to admit that it was over and move on. They had an amicable separation and split things equally. Maggie asked, and received the house as part of the agreement.
So here she was; a 50 year old divorced woman sitting alone in a restaurant sipping wine alone while waiting on her dinner, which she would also eat alone.
Maggie finished her dinner and decided to have one more glass of wine before heading home. She moved to the bar and ordered another glass of wine. As she was playing with a swizzle stick and sitting with a glazed look on her face, she felt someone sit beside her. A deep voice said, "Buy you a drink pretty lady?" Maggie continued to look at her swizzle stick until she felt a tap on her arm. When she turned to look at who touched her arm, she saw a young black man sitting next to her. In that deep voice, he said, "Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?"
"Uh .. . . er, uh , well, uh . . . " she mumbled. The man looked at the bar tender, pointed to Maggie's drink and nodded. A few seconds later, Max sat another glass of wine in front of her.
Max asked, "Are you OK, Mrs. Higgins? Do you want this drink?"
She paused for a minute and then nodded and said, "Yeah Max. But this is it for me. OK?" He nodded and left. She turned to the man next to her and said, "Thank you."
The man smiled and said, "You're welcome. My name is . . . "
"Hey Lester! I couldn't find you. I see you decided to come over to the . . . Whoa! Hello there sweet stuff."
Maggie looked saw another young black man walk up behind the man who had bought her a drink. She said, "So I assume your name is Lester?"
He smiled and nodded his head. "And this here is Ray," he said pointing over his shoulder.
She smiled and said, "Hello Lester. Hello Ray. I'm Maggie." She noticed that both men were over six feet tall and probably more than 200 pounds. They looked solid and were actually kind of cute.
"So, Maggie, why is a pretty lady like you sitting here all by yourself?" Lester asked.
"Tough day," she said. "I'm just relaxing and enjoying a nice dinner and a couple of glasses of wine. Why aren't you two guys out looking for young girls tonight?"
"No need to Maggie. We're sitting here with the hottest woman around."
Maggie laughed and said, "This woman is old enough to be your mother. How old are you boys?"
"Boys? We ain't boys," said Ray. "We're both 20 years old."
She laughed again and said, "Both of my kids are older than you two."
As she nursed her glass of wine and Lester and Ray drank their beers, she told them about her divorce being finalized today and she was sort of celebrating tonight. The boys invited her to go with them to a small jazz bar nearby and she told them that she should probably be heading home. After a little more talking, she finally agreed to join them for one drink as long as they promised to get her to a cab or Uber afterwards.
The three of them left together and as the guys followed her out the door they noticed that she had a great body, even though it was pretty well covered in a knee length pencil skirt and a loose fitting button up blouse. Maggie sat between them when they got to the jazz bar. As they sat listening to the music and sipping their drinks, Ray told a joke and then patted her leg. She felt tingles as his hand touch her skin. As they continued taking, Ray continued to touch her leg whenever he made a point or told a joke. He noticed that she didn't stop him so he kept doing it.
After an hour, Ray said, "Let's go back to our place and have one more nightcap."
"Oh, fellas, I don't think that's a good idea," she said. "It wouldn't look right."