Sally Turner took her bath, shaved her legs, used her best perfume liberally, put on fresh make-up carefully, and brushed her hair. She put on a new robe then went around the house closing curtains and blinds and turning off lights. She sat in the darkened living room waiting for him and thinking.
"This could ruin my life. Thank God he's eighteen at least it's not a crime. But it could cost my job, bring disgrace, and heavens knows what Fred would do if he found out, probably kill me. "
Still she couldn't resist. The difference in their ages, the risks all added to the excitement of an already mind-blowing experience.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity she heard soft rapping on the door.
She felt silly saying it but she called "Who is it?" through the locked door.
"It's me. "
Was that exasperation in his voice? She hoped not.
She opened the door and his dark form slipped in. She waited to see what he would do.
When he did nothing she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
He had bathed and changed his clothes. He had on slacks, a sport shirt, and Hush-puppies. He was so handsome! His youth and beauty were overwhelming. She knew she wouldn't have had a chance with anyone like him when she was in high school.
"Being a teacher has it's advantages. " she thought.
He had a back-pack which he reached into and brought out a string of condoms.
Indicating the back-pack she joked "Surely we don't need that many condoms. "
