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Hi, my name is Sally and I’m 32 year old I’m a freelance graphic artist and I live in Toronto.

I moved to Canada 7 years ago when I got divorced and those 7 years have been very happy both personally and professionally.

I was at home watching TV when the phone rang. It was my ex-husband, Frank, and it was a surprise as we have only exchanged a couple of Christmas cards since our divorce.

Frank was at the airport with his son Stephen. They were about to go Mexico for a two week holiday but he had been called into work for some crisis or other. He wanted to know if I would fly down and babysit young Stephen. He’d pay for it all naturally.

Stephen was only a baby when his mother had died and although I was only married to his father for 2 years we had been close and still exchanged birthday and Christmas cards. A few weeks before he’d liked me on facebook.

The chance of a free vacation in Mexico was too good to turn down and I quickly packed my bags. Frank was going to fly down with Stephen and I’d meet them at the hotel at the weekend. Frank would then fly back to Chicago.

They were by the pool when I arrived. Frank was a little fatter than I remembered and a little balder. Stephen had grown up and was now a strapping 14 year old, blonde and handsome.

Frank read me his list of rules; no beer, no smoking, no sunburn, thought better about planting a kiss on my cheek and then left for Chicago.

Stephen had already made some friends in the few days he had been there and he went off with them windsurfing while went to freshen up after my flight.

It was red hot and I really needed to do some shopping as it’d been years since I’d been anywhere so hot so I hung around inside and in the shade for the rest of the day.

That night Stephen and I caught up over dinner and then he disappeared with his friends.

In the bar a couple on men tried to hit on me but although I was in need of some sex I was not that in need. About 10ish I made my excuses and went for a walk in the hotel’s gardens. It was a barmy night and I lingered by the pool, sat on a lounger in a warm margarita glow.

I slept like a log that night.

The next day a very beautiful young woman called Marina, joined Stephen and I for breakfast. This was 14 year old Stephen’s new best friend! He was teaching her to windsurf.

Stephen and Marina went off to the beech and I spent the rest of the morning shopping for summer clothes, a couple of sun hats and bikinis

In the afternoon I put on bikini and went down to the pool. The damn thing really didn’t cover too much and I felt eyes on me when I took off my shorts and tee shirt but thought ‘hey I am a 32 year old hot chick, I deserve a little poolside attention’

It wasn’t till I climbed out of the pool that I realised quite why I was getting so much attention. I would have to get another bikini, this one was obscene.

Stephen and Marina turned up about 6ish and dived in the pool to wash off the salt and sand. She seemed very familiar with him. Marina was a woman; Stephen although well built was still legally a child. I would have words.

Even Stephen had a good luck at my bikini!

That night we were once again joined by Marina at our table and it turned out Marina was 19, on holiday here with her parents and studying Art at UCLA. She and Stephen disappeared straight after sweet.

I settled down in one of the hotel’s lounges to read my book.