The next morning after Jim left for work, Gloria telephoned Charlie at his office.

"Can't make it today," Charlie said, "And maybe you'd better not telephone me here. Let me call you. We don't want any trouble, do we?"

She was angry. She realized she was learning the first lesson in having an affair – don't depend on anything.

Charlie was right about calling him at the office, of course. It was much too dangerous. Mona could make her life miserable if she found out about it.

I'm as horny as a bitch in heat, she thought. She remembered reading about women like that and thinking how unfortunate they were. Well now she was one of them. She had to do something about it, but the question was what.

The answer came less than an hour later. The front doorbell rang. When she answered it, she found a teenage boy standing on the doorstep.

"I'll mow your lawn," he said with a shy smile.

Gloria looked him up and down. Jim had cut the grass just a few days ago, but she didn't care. She had the feeling the boy had been sent down from heaven to make her day.

"How much?" she asked.

"Three dollars an hour."

She put him to work. While he was outside pushing the lawnmower, she stripped off her clothes and put on a bikini. She fixed her face, fluffed her hair, and walked out to the backyard carrying a can of beer and a cigarette.

She stretched out in the shade on a chaise lounge and waited for the boy to push the lawnmower around to the back of the house.

When he was there at last, she smiled at him and told him he needed a rest.

"How about a Coke?" she said. "You don't have to worry about the time. It's on me."

He thanked her. She laughed to herself at the way his eyes raked up and down her body. The skimpy bikini showed a great deal of tits and ass. When she brought out the Coke, she found him sitting in the sun with his shirt off.