Mrs. Driggs
Another good day. The sun was shining brightly. Not a cloud in the sky, and very warm. So why was I so unhappy? A few reasons, actually. One being quite obvious. My husband of twenty-four years ran off with another woman. That didn't help. I'm suffering from empty nest syndrome as well. No, not both my children have left. My oldest is in-between his sophomore and Junior year at college. But this summer he took an internship in Denver. That left me and my other child Carla here all alone in our split-level ranch in suburban St Louis. At forty-six, I've matured somewhat in looks, nothing out of the ordinary there. My five-seven frame now carries about an extra thirty pounds or so in my butt, thighs and tummy. And my once firm C-cup breasts are hanging a bit low. I smiled though, as I looked at my fifteen year-old daughter. So young, full of life, drop dead gorgeous with curly long blond hair just like I.
He asked, "You mind if we go out? Aaron, Matt and I?"
I smirked, saying with sarcasm, "Sure, just leave your poor mother alone then."
Matt said "Great, we can beat you in a game of poker."
Matt laughed, "Well, none of us are carrying much money, Mrs. Driggs."
Snickering, Aaron said "We could play for articles of clothing."
Matt protested "What you mean luck out and win?"
"And besides," slurred out a slightly inebriated Aaron, "You're a hot looking lady."
Prove what? I hadn't a clue. All I remember was saying "Go for it, little fella."
I giggled, saying "Why thank you Aaron."
Aaron snorted, "Hell yeah, we're fine. But how are you?"
My eyes brightened, as I asked "Really?"
Matt pulled out, saying "Okay Mrs. Driggs, I'll go take my shower."
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