When she got home, Martha made herself a stiff drink. She had gotten into the habit of having a few drinks when she was alone in the evenings. The alcohol cheered her up. It helped her forget how bored she was. It helped her feel good, all over.

She propped herself up in bed with her bottle of scotch and her tray of ice beside her. She had moved the smaller TV into the bedroom where she could watch it and be comfortable.

This time she was paying little attention to the story line on the television. She was preoccupied with memories of her visit to the school. Her encounter with her husband had been the same as usual. Nothing unexpected about that.

What was unexpected was the blonde's reaction to the handsome guys under Frank's supervision. Two boys in particular.

The blond boy with the shy smile.

And the black-haired boy with the ego and the confidence. Not to mention the lean hard-muscled young body.

After she had gotten over her disappointment at not having children, Martha had ceased to pay much attention to other people's kids. It hurt too much to think that they might have been her own children in different circumstances.

At the age of thirty, she felt the generation gap when she was around teenagers. She had no idea how to communicate with them. She felt they were politely scornful of her.

But those two handsome boys had changed all her old notions about teenagers. They had been friendly. They had smiled at her. They had looked at her as if she were an interesting, attractive person – not just an older person.

More than any of those things, they had made her feel like a woman. A beautiful woman.

When she thought of the way the blond boy looked at per, her pussy throbbed. Automatically, she reached down to stroke it. She often stroked herself when she was alone and feeling kind of high. Most of the time she never thought about anyone in particular when she did it. She just thought about a handsome romantic lover who would hold her and coax her in and out of wild intense lovemaking.