* * *
Kevin Howell gave the address to the taxi driver, then sank
gratefully into the security of the cab’s seat cushions. He was her boy, and
she would always want to hold and squeeze him, maybe even more
than a mother should. He was impressed by her decisive attitude, and actually
surprised that she still was a virgin. Tomorrow, she thought. “It’s quite simple,” she said seeing that he was still
confused. Over and over again, she told herself there
would be time for personal pleasures when her children were
educated and grown to adults, able to stand on their own, and when
they were home from private school, and now college for Sheri, she
was constantly worried that she wouldn’t have enough time to spend
with them. And not long for himself either–he hoped. It happened often
during the school term and ordinarily the attractive blonde
teacher didn’t mind in the least, as she wasn’t happy about going
home to an empty house.
