Julia Sorenson and Jeremy.

Jeremy stopped his car in the driveway, got out and took his suitcase out of the back seat. He was about to go inside when he saw Julia Sorenson, the young widow that his mother had told him to stay away from, jogging down the street toward him, her firm, lovely breasts bouncing hypnotically. Jeremy was barely able to **** himself to tear his eyes away from them before she reached him and noticed him staring.

"Hi Jeremy" she chirped with an amused look on her face and Jeremy realized he might have fixated on her chest a little too long, although she didn't seem to mind.

"Um ... Hi Julia" he said.

"I saw your mother going out earlier" said Julia "and wondered whether you wanted to come and eat at my house tonight."

"What?" said Jeremy, shocked.

"I'm inviting you …"

"No before that, you said my mother went out?"

"Yes. This afternoon."

Jeremy had to see this for himself. His mother hadn't left the house since his father had run off with some gym instructor fifteen years ago. She barely managed to leave the couch to make dinner. "Wait here" he said "I'll ... um ... just drop off my bag and ... just wait here …"

He went inside and saw that the couch was empty and, after a quick search, determined that the house was too. However what shocked him the most was the letter left on the kitchen table which said "Jeremy. I'm going out. Get yourself dinner. Mum"

Jeremy dropped his bag and headed for the door where Julia was still waiting for him

"Looks like you were right. Mum's gone out. Um ... so if the invitation's still open …"

"It is" said Julia.

"Should I get changed or something?" Jeremy asked.

"Do you usually change for dinner?" Julia asked still looking amused.

"Well, no ... but …"

"What you're wearing is fine. Now hurry up before it while it's still hot"

"I'll see you over there in a couple of minutes"

"O.k. but don't take too long." She turned around and Jeremy watched her firm ass sashay up the street before running to the kitchen and writing a note to his mother telling her to ring his mobile phone if she needed him. He then quickly changed his shirt, grabbed his phone and keys, locked up and practically ran over to Julia's house.

As he rang the doorbell he suddenly felt as if someone were watching him from the next house but then the door opened to reveal Julia, and Jeremy stopped caring.