I was a young guy of twenty five when I first met Annie. She was in her late forties and living alone after he marriage broke down. I don't know all the details but she seemed to be very well off financially, having a large house and even larger garden.
That's where I come in to the equation as I was working for myself as a gardener and all round handyman. She had got my number from a friend of a friend who I'd done some work for a while ago and had asked me to do some general work in her garden, with the offer of regular work if she was happy with my efforts.
It was a very hot summers day in July and I was working away when Annie called me from her kitchen with the offer of a cool drink.
I waved saying, "I'll be right there," and joined her in the kitchen.
Sitting down on the offered kitchen chair, I asked if she minded me smoking in the house?
"Oh no, go right ahead John, in fact I think I'll join you if you have a spare one," She answered.
"There you go Mrs Harris," I said passing her the packet.
"Please call me Annie. Is lemonade OK for you?... It's straight out the fridge!" she said, passing me a glass.
"That's fine, thank you," I said, gratefully.
I was sitting there wearing just my shorts as it was so hot. I could feel Annie's eyes on me, studying my body from top to toe. She sat down next to me and before I knew what was happening she was rubbing her hand down the front of my shorts.
