{Sometimes I get in the mood to write something more naughty so here you go. I hope some of you enjoy.)
I knew Mrs. Miller and her husband Don all the time I was growing up.
I used to see her come out of their house in the mornings in an all white outfit, I thought she worked as a maid or housekeeper or something.
My name is James but everyone calls me Jimmy. By the time I was 10 years old I mowed her lawn and several others with the old push mower my Dad got for me.
The engine on it would start With a loud clatter if I managed to prime it exactly right, and it smoked so I had to put some oil in it nearly every day.
Dad even gave me a little wrench and taught me how to pull out the single spark plug and scrape it with my pocket knife after I pulled on it one day for nearly two hours.
Mrs. Miller gave me a dollar when I was done and if it was really hot she always had some lemonade. That was great lemonade, little pieces of sour lemon floated in it, but it was sweet at the same time.
She kept the heavy drinking glasses she used in her freezer, so they had ice crusted on the rim.
Mrs. Miller was my most favorite customer, so I was always careful with her lawn and yard to get it exactly right.
Such a nice older lady, I liked her. She had big hips and always wore long dresses with little flowers all over them. Sack dresses those were called I think. Ugly but comfortable.
I only remember the one time I ever saw her that she was not smiling.
I was 16 when her husband Don passed away, that was a sad time and for perhaps 2 months Mrs. Miller was gone to her relatives.
I went over and mowed her lawn anyway even though no one was home.
One day on the way to a neighbor's place Mrs. Miller came out of her house as I pushed the old mower down the sidewalk. She wanted to thank me and she tried to hand me $50 but I would not take it.
As I said, I liked her and just wanted to help.
She reached out and grabbed me, gave me a big hug which made me feel funny. My Mom hugged me all the time but this was different.
I felt her big soft breasts against me, and realized she wasn't wearing anything under that sack dress. She was really squeezed up against me.
That was a little bit of a surprise and it kind of stuck in my head.
When I was 18 1/2 and out of high school I went over to mow her lawn. I told her I had been accepted into college so I wouldn't be able to do it for her any more in just a couple of months.
We talked for a long time, she wanted to know everything about me and my plans to become a Doctor.
I told her I had saved all my money as best as I could and had nearly $6000.00 in the bank, an incredible amount of money for my age. Plus I had some funding and my folks were going to help all they could afford.
We had some of her lemonade too, that was always great because she made it from those real lemons.
Two weeks later I went over there to do the lawn and the mower was being cranky. I pulled and pulled, the damn thing would not start. It was now so old it's a wonder it ran anyway. It had broken down a few times and I had managed to fix it but now it was all but done for.
I pulled some more as hard as I could, then felt something give out in my hip. I rubbed my hip and back a little bit, gave the mower a shot of starting fluid plus another tug and it finally fired up.
I got the lawn done, shut off the machine and limped up onto Mrs. Miller's porch.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Mrs. Miller instantly noticed that something was wrong. By then my hip was starting to swell up and I had pains shooting down my right leg.
"I think I pulled a muscle, my darn mower isn't starting very well." I told her.
"Come in, I had better check." She told me.
"No, it's all right, I will be OK." I said.
"Jimmy! You come in here right now and let me take a look!" She ordered, her voice firm.
I meekly went inside.
She poked and probed my side and felt up and down my right leg.
"Oh, my. Your hip is really swollen, take your pants off so I can see."
"My pants? I don't...." My face turned scarlet.
"Don't be silly, I am an old woman and I have seen lots of men back when I was working as a nurse." Mrs. Miller was being very firm.
I sighed and turned my back, glad that I had on clean underwear. She took my jeans and set those aside on a nearby chair, then knelt down and began feeling my side and hip again. At one point she tugged the side of my underwear down, rubbed my bare flesh on my hip.
"Turn around!" She said.
I didn't want to, I had felt myself getting a tingle down there from her hands on me and I was sure she would notice.
