Helping the neighbor lady

Gerald walked out the door and started down the street. As he did he saw his next door neighbor, the young widow Ms. Sorenson, trimming her bush on her front lawn wearing a string bikini top, a pair of daisy dukes, some sunglasses and a sunhat. She was bending forward so that Gerald had a perfect view of the cleavage between her large firm breasts.

This sort of thing had been happening all summer. Gerald would look out his window or walk past her house and Ms. Sorenson would be working on the garden or sun-baking in next to nothing. He'd even seen her one night in lingerie and a sheer nightgown as she walked past the French doors at the back of her house (which he could see from his bedroom window). The sight had made him hard and he had jacked off thinking about it. In truth that wasn't the first or last time her actions had sent him to his room with a box of tissues.

She looked up at him and he heard her thoughts. -What's wrong with me? … I've been throwing myself at him all summer ... am I so old that I can't attract a college boy? … I'm only 30 ... I can't be past it…-

Gerald was taken aback. She'd been trying to seduce him all this time. He just thought she was comfortable with her body and didn't mind showing it off. In fact the reverse was true, she was worried that she was no longer attractive.

While he really wouldn't mind 'hitting that' and she obviously wanted him to, he had just finished with Elizabeth and wasn't really up for it again just yet. He also sensed that while she wanted a quick fuck, what she really needed was a relationship, a man to make her feel sexy 24/7 and he couldn't give her that. At least he couldn't be that man, but that didn't mean he couldn't help her find him.

But first You're not past it. You are beautiful. College boys are just intimidated by beautiful, confident women like you.

-Should I be less ... I don't know, aggressive?-

No, what you need is someone who likes beautiful confident women like you

-College boys are so immature. I need a man who wants me for who I am. But where am I going to find one?-

Is there anyone around here you like... Apart from Gerald?

-There's Jeffery in number 121. But he's not much of a man, he's 35 and still lives with his mother.-

He obviously needs a strong woman in his life. I'm sure he'd prefer you to his mother.

-But how ?-

Watch his house and when he gets home invite him over for dinner, then perhaps dessert and then maybe breakfast?

Gerald was pleased to see a devious smile cross Ms. Sorenson's face although there was still a few worry lines

-But his mother...-

Don't worry ...

The worry lines disappeared and Gerald walked down the street to number 121. He looked in the window and saw an overweight woman, probably in her mid to late 50s slouched on a couch watching T.V.

-I wonder when Thorn will realize that Pamela's baby is Rock's not his- she thought.

I wonder when you'll realise that you're wasting your life sitting on a couch, and ruining your son's life by not letting him live it?

-What?-

Jeffery is 35, he should be married and have a family of his own by now but you look after him instead of teaching him to look after himself. At the same time you sacrifice your own happiness by staying home and doing everything for him. You should go out, maybe get in shape again, and find yourself a man who can take care of you the way your husband used to, and you need to start now.

-But Jeffery...-

Needs to learn to look after himself. Get up, write him a note, get dressed and go out and don't come back until late.

-O.k. I will …-

Gerald watched the woman get up and turn off the T.V. and then walked away. He didn't know what would happen with Jeffery and Ms. Sorenson, but if he turned her down he deserved to eat alone, as for Jeffery's mum Gerald was a firm believer that there was someone out there for everyone. Who knew, she might get luckier than her son tonight, although he doubted it.