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1.

A loss and then I move.

It had been a rollercoaster ride for the last eighteen months. I had been trying to talk the wife into retiring and moving back to the Midwest where we had both been born and raised. We were both in our mid-fifties and it was time to slow down I kept telling her.

One afternoon suddenly her diabetes went totally berserk and we rushed her to the hospital. The doctors did everything they could but she passed away three days later.

The next month was a blur of funeral, relatives calling insurance companies, and a giant garage sale as I cleaned out the house and readied it for sale. Thankfully there had been a huge mining operation open up just a few months before. Housing of any kind was worth more than the gold coming out of that mine. I managed to triple my money and sold the house within four days.

Finally I found myself on a ferry headed back south to “the lower forty-eight” as we called it. Four days later I was driving off the ferry and headed east towards my home state. Then three days later I was home.

I found and rented a small place that was the last house on the edge of town. There was a three bedroom house, a two car garage, a nice shop, and an acre of garden space.

The place wasn’t the newest or very well kept up. The lawn was at least a foot tall, there was junk scattered around and the shop doors needed some serious repairs. The rent was extremely reasonable and the owner was happy to have a little income from the place.

As I moved in and began the job of cleaning the place up I met the lady that lived next door. She was probably five years younger than I was and had the body of a thirty-five year old. Damn she was a fox!

It was late June when I started to work on the place and it was in the mid-eighties during the day. The first time I met her she was dressed in a lightweight blouse and shorts that ended half way down to her knees, and old stained and holy sneakers. Her name, she told me, was Emma.

Emma was trying to mow her own lawn with a decrepit old gas lawnmower that should have been junked ten years before. The motor was smoking like a chimney and every time she would force it forward the motor would sputter and try to die. Finally she gave it a mighty shove and the motor squalled and died. That’s when I found out that woman could out cuss any sailor alive. She wheeled the dead mower off to the side and parked it.

“Well I guess it’s time for a new one. Sorry for the language, I was hoping to get that piece of crap to make it through the summer. I think it just cut its last blade of grass though.”

“It sounded like it died permanently didn’t it. You’re welcome to use mine. I’m going to have to cut this mess with the weed whacker before I can mow it,” I said as I pointed to my own mower setting over by the garage.

“Damn I hate to be borrowing things. I borrow it and it breaks then I feel like I have to replace it.

I’m sure glad to see someone move in there though. That place was a mess, the last people that lived there had a half dozen kids and the parents spent more time drunk than they did working. The kids ran wild and the whole neighborhood had to keep everything under lock and key or it would walk off.

Finally the old man and his oldest son got hauled off to jail. She got busted selling drugs and welfare hauled the rest of the kids off. The owner spent two weeks hauling junk out of the house in early May. Then he supposedly got sick and hasn’t done anything with the place since. I sure hope you aren’t paying much for rent that place looks horrible.”

“I’m not paying anything for the first three months. He said he would give me three months’ rent to clean the place up and fix things. He said he’d buy the parts and supplies if I’d do the work. Yesterday he mentioned he might be interested in selling the place. I told him to come up with a clean clear title and a decent price and I’d be interested. He offered it to me for ten grand and offered to pay the closing costs. I told him to get the paperwork going and I’d put some earnest money down.”

Hey that’s not bad for an acre of ground in the country and a three bedroom house. Don’t let the city mess with you either. The city boundary is the lot line between your place and mine.

What’s the inside like? I bet its trashed isn’t it. I just hope you don’t find any dead bodies in there.”

“Surprisingly he has the inside cleaned up and looking pretty good. The walls need painting yet but the floors aren’t too awful bad. The basement looks solid and doesn’t appear to leak. At least I didn’t see any water marks on the walls. Some of the wood work is busted up where somebody kicked a door in but nothing that can’t be fixed.”

“Damn you’re lucky it sounds like. Be sure to have the county sheriff come out and go through it though. That’s a known drug house so god knows when the law might come and kick the door down.

It’ll sure be nice to have a quiet friendly neighbor again. There have been some real scum bags renting that place the last few years. The owner didn’t care who he rented to as long as he got his rent”

 
2.

A summer to remember.

Emma and I got to know each other over the summer as I mowed her lawn and mine. That winter I used my snow blower to keep both driveways clear of snow. The next spring I had someone plow a garden space for me. Emma spent a lot of time over at my place in the garden. We would plant; pull weeds, water, and harvest.

One hot morning in August we were pulling weeds. Emma was working a row of lettuce and carrots. I was working on the next row pulling weeds. Suddenly I noticed that her shirt would hang out as she bent over. Damn I could see clear down to her navel. She didn’t have a bra on so I could see her tits wobble and bounce as she worked. They weren’t huge but they were fair sized, firm and pointed. That free show kept me hard the rest of the morning.

We finally quit weeding around two o’clock and turned the water on in the garden.

“Ed I don’t know about you but I’m going to take a shower and get cleaned up a little. Why don’t you come over around six thirty and have some supper with me? I’ll put a couple of turkey quarters in to bake. We’ll have turkey, some of these fresh carrots, and sliced tomatoes. I have a big bowl of cucumbers sliced and setting in vinegar, and an apple pie I tossed together yesterday for desert.”

“You sure,” I asked as I stood and started gathering the tools up so I could put them away.
“I’m sure, I wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t. You bring yourself over right about six thirty. You’ve been giving me all these vegetables all summer and I want to do something to show my appreciation. I don’t have space for a garden and I really do enjoy doing this.

I went in and took a long cool shower and ran the images of those nice looking tits swaying inside Emma’s shirt as I watched them through my mind. Damn, I thought, I’d like to get my hands on those babies, I could really enjoy that I thought to myself. I might be fifty plus years old but that didn’t mean the fire in the furnace had gone out.

I spent the rest of the afternoon inside in the air conditioning and out of the ninety degree heat. July and August had always been hotter than hell in this part of the country.

Finally at six thirty I walked out the door and across the back yard to Emma’s place. As I walked across the lawn I noticed a storm was brewing on the horizon. Hoping for some rain I stepped up into Emma’s screened in back porch and tapped on her door.

“That you Ed, come on in the doors open! Come in out of the heat before you melt,” she shouted.

“Ed I think I could have set this bird out on the front porch and it would have cooked.