"Blake, Blake Hartley is that you?"
Standing I turned and squinted at the sunlight filtering through the fence surrounding the garden section of Home Depot.
Shading my eyes I saw a voluptuous brunette in a T-shirt and jeans addressing me.
"It's me, Patty Burns, from when you were,"
"A kid, of course. My favorite former babysitter...wow, what a surprise!"
Shifting her stance she moved from the sunlight to my side. "You've turned into a nice looking man."
"Thank you," I said blushing slightly. "What are you doing back in town? I thought I heard you lived in the City?"
"I'm staying at the old homestead for awhile. I've had some changes in my life recently and am trying to figure some things out."
My questioning look encouraged her to continue.
"You know, it's not important and you look like you're busy."
"Yeah, I'm doing some work at my folks' house, they're kind of getting up there."
"Why don't you come by the house later? You remember where it is don't you? I'll finish my gardening then we can have a drink and catch up."
"Sounds good."
Patty reached up and lightly touched my arm. "See you around six?"
"Absolutely!"
Noting her abundant bust as she turned from me I watched her shapely ass, sheathed in jeans, move down the aisle towards the plants. Her long, brown ponytail reached down the curve of her back towards her well portioned bottom.
My mind reeled as I recalled how she'd been the first girl to really turn me, even when I was a kid. That rack...Now here she was inviting me to her abode.
I had to change the subject of my ruminations before my bulge became too evident. Patty Burns--
The heavy wooden door opened slowly.
Patty stood with an expectant smile on her face.
Handing her the bouquet I'd brought I remarked, "From my Mom's garden."
"That was so thoughtful Blake. Come in. Let me put these in water."
I followed her to the kitchen noting the light dress she'd put on. It appeared to be a wrap around style with a belt around the waist. The bright pink and purple flowered pattern accented her shapely figure.
Placing the vase on the counter she turned her attention to me. Her brown hair was still pulled back but in more of a layered fashion and her blue eyes seemed to look deep into my soul.
"You look really nice Patty."
"You clean up pretty well yourself. Drink?"
"Whatever you're having."
She poured two glasses of wine then lead me to the couch. Toasting we each took a sip then settled on the sofa.
"So Blake tell me about you!"
We talked about many subjects, got caught up on many fronts. We decided it'd been many years since we'd encountered each other, the last time being shortly after she'd married.
It'd been six months since she divorced when she decided to abandon the city for respite in the suburbs.
"My parents passed a couple of years back and I considered selling but now I'm glad I didn't. This has been my refuge, my escape from my former life."
"What happened?"
"I don't want to bore you. Things changed, we changed, so we moved on. Maybe some other time I'll tell you about it."
