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Mrs. G

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I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. From the first contractions, the anxious rush to the hospital and the many exhausting hours until he was finally born. My son, twenty three years ago. Every time I look at him I feel a sense of pride. He turned out great. Handsome and smart, with a genuine zest for life. Since the day he was born I lived my life through his eyes. When he was sad, I was sad. When he was excited, I was excited. When he was heaeenrtbroken, I was heartbroken. He was always in control of my emotions. It's the one thing most women don't understand unless they have children of their own. When they take a beating, you get the bruises! Ever since he left for college I felt empty and alone.

It literally took years before I came to grips with my 'Empty Nest Syndrome'. I found the best way to deal with it was to spend more time working at the hair salon and less time looking at the phone contemplating whether I should call him again. But there was no need to call him now. School is out and my Jamie was coming home for the summer! I couldn't wait! I stood by the door for almost an hour until he arrived. My husband Tom was also excited, although he shows his excitement by sitting on the lazy boy with a newspaper in front of his face. When I see his car pull up the driveway I ran out of the house to greet him. I was so excited to see him that I didn't even notice the other person sitting on the passenger side. He got out of the car and I ran to him and gave him a big hug and kiss. I missed him so much. He returned the hug and introduced me to his friend.

"Mom, this is Tony," Jamie said.

"Hi! Mrs. Gardner, nice to meet you," Tony said, and stuck out his hand.

"Hi, Tony, nice to meet you and please call me Diane," I shook his hand all the while giving Jamie a look that simply said, "explain."

"Tony's parents aren't going to be home for another week. Their flight was rescheduled and they won't be back until next Saturday. I told him he could stay with us until they come back. It was a last minute thing. I hope it's ok?" Jamie asked.

"Of course it is. We got plenty of room Tony. Go grab your bags and come inside, I'll make you guys something to eat."

I honestly didn't care. I was just happy my little boy was back and the house seemed whole again. Jamie made the introductions to his father while I went in the kitchen to make some dinner. I could hear them all talking and laughing and I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous not being in there with them. But I immediately shrugged it off. I'd have lots of time to spend with Jamie, we had the whole summer. We had dinner together and Jamie and Tony shared some college stories that made us all laugh and I shared some stories about Jamie when he was a kid that made him blush with embarrassment. It was the perfect evening! There never seemed to be a break it the conversation. It flowed free and easy.

While my son was telling a story about one of his professors, I couldn't help but notice how much he'd grown. His chestnut hair was a little bit longer and a little bit lighter then I last remembered. It was still shaggy and almost covered his eyes depending on his expression, but under that shag was every bit my son. His facial features resembled my husbands and his skin had a glow that only youth can produce. Tony had that same glow. He had dark blonde hair that was styled as if he just got out of bed. He had a young chiseled face with beautiful blue eyes and a perfect white smile. He looked like a surfer with the same free spirit demeanor. He was cute. The girls must be falling all over him.

When dinner was over Tom and I went to bed while the boys stayed up watching TV. I wasn't tired and would have rather watched TV with the boys, but a good mother knows when to give his kid some space. I wasn't tired, so I just sat in bed reading. I could hear the boys laughing it up about something on the TV. I really wish I could be there with them. I wonder what they were laughing about? It didn't matter, their laughter brought life back into an otherwise quiet house. I looked over at Tom and he was fast asleep. As he gets older he goes to bed earlier. But I guess that's normal right? My mother actually warned me about this when we started dating. Her exact words were "Diane, he is way too old for you. Think about the future. He's on his second wind and you just barely took a breath!" Of course, I cursed her and followed my heart. But she was right and I was blind. Tom is 15 years older than me. I'm 45, so that would make Tom ...in bed by nine!

We met while I was in college, working part time as a bank teller. He was the Branch Manager. He helped me out a lot with my student loans and giving me extra shifts when I needed it. Everybody at the bank loved him. He talked to everyone as an equal and genuinely cared about the personal life of his staff. He would give me advice on love, life and how to reach my goals. Having been married and divorced himself, he seemed a lot wiser than most guys my age and he became someone I could trust.

One day at work I burst into tears having just broken up with my boyfriend. He called me into his office and let me vent and cry and let me stay there for the rest of my shift. He said the right things and made me regain my perspective on life. About a month later, we were having sex on his desk. Initially, I was attracted to his mind and the fact that he looked really good in a suit, but he wasn't much of anything else. I know that's bad for me to say, but it's true. He wasn't funny, wasn't adventurous, wasn't athletic and the sex was pretty lame, but I still stayed with him in the hopes that things would eventually change. I became pregnant a year later and had to drop out of school. After Jamie was born I got a job working at a hair salon and learned the trade.

Now I have my own salon and I couldn't be happier. Tom ended up becoming a district manager and retired a year ago. When he retired, I thought that we would be doing more things together and creating more excitement in our lives, but I was wrong. It seemed that when he retired from work, he retired from life! Our sex life turned from being lame to being down right pathetic. We would have sex maybe once a month if I'm lucky and it was all choreographed to end within 8 minutes. I would give him oral for the first five minutes until he became hard (once again, if I'm lucky) and then I would ride him for the next three minutes. Then we would simply roll over and go to sleep. The only difference between now and then, was that back then he used to like be on top once in awhile. Sad, I know. I knew something was missing in my life when I would hear stories from the girls in the salon. If you think men liked to talk about dirty details, take it from me, women are a hundred times worse!

Most of my clients are regulars and I pretty much know everything about their lives including their 'Sexcapades'. What they do in real life I have only fantasized about. They would talk about role playing, dressing up, different positions, oral sex days and affairs with coworkers or friends. I haven't done any of these things, but I always enjoyed hearing more of their tales. In fact, when I'm fantasizing I'm usually thinking about one of their adventures. Tom was never adventurous in bed. He didn't like performing orally, he only liked one position and the sooner it was over for him, the better. To him, sex was like a bad habit that he was slowly trying to wean himself off completely. And it was working.

The next morning I woke up early, took a shower, got dressed and started making breakfast. I wasn't normally like this, but we had a guest in the house and I thought it would be more appropriate than wearing my usual bathrobe, slippers and bed head. Of course, the boys never woke up until noon. So much for breakfast. They must have had a late night. Typical youth, the night was always more exciting than the day. Jamie came into the kitchen first, gave me a kiss on the cheek and they both took seats at the table.

"Morning, Mom! What's for breakfast?" Jamie asked.

"Don't you mean lunch?" I replied.

"Ha ha ha," Jamie smirked.

"Hey, Mrs. Gardner! Remember me?" Tony asked.

"Good Morning, Tony and how could I forget? And it's Diane by the way. Stop calling me Mrs. Gardner. I'm not one of your professors," I snickered.

"Sorry Mrs. Gardner," Tony replied, and they both giggled like 4 year olds.

They both sat at the table as I piled food on their plates. The only way you could tell they just woke up was from their messed up hair, but then again, they could have just styled it like that. They both looked great and full of energy; I guess sleeping until noon has its benefits.

"So what do you two have planned for today?" I asked.

"We're gonna head over to the courts and shoot some hoops and then I'm gonna take Tony around and show him the neighbourhood," Jamie replied.

"Sounds like fun! I'm going to work. I'll see you both when I get back. Can I expect you guys to be here for dinner?" I asked the both of them.

"Yeah, we'll be back for dinner but we'll be going out later tonight," Jamie said.

"Where you guys going later?"

"Don't know yet," Jaime responded.

"You don't know?" I said. I looked at Tony and he avoided my glare. I knew something was up but I wasn't going to push it. They were adults after all.

"Something always comes up mom. You know how it is," Jamie explained, while looking in his plate.

Actually, I didn't know 'how it was' but I didn't have time to play detective.

"Alright you two have fun. Do you guys need any money?" I asked thoughtfully.

"No mom, we're fine," Jamie said half embarrassed.

I kissed Jamie on the top of his head and playfully rubbed Tony's hair. Then I left the kitchen but not before I heard Tony say "Thanks for the food Mrs. Diane!" and they both giggled like kids. On the way out I stopped at the closet, pulled out Jamie's coat and stuffed twenty bucks inside.

At the salon it was business as usual. The salon is relatively small, but it makes for a more intimate setting. There are three high chairs with facing mirrors, a wash station and a hair drying station on the opposite side. I had appointments all day and usually the time just flies by, but today took forever. All day I was staring at the clock waiting to go home and have dinner with my kid before he went out with his friends. So as soon as my last appointment left at 6pm, I headed for the car and headed for home. I just got on the freeway when traffic came to a complete stop. Just my fucking luck! I wasn't going anywhere.

After twenty minutes of no movement I turned the car off and just sat there. There must have been an accident and all I was thinking was 'Someone better be dead!" Of course, I didn't mean it. I was just frustrated. I called home and told my husband that I'm not going to make it for dinner and to order a pizza for the boys. Three hours later, I arrived home. They were all on the couch watching the baseball game.

"Hey guys! Hope you saved some pizza for me?" I asked.

"We sure did Mrs. G!" answered Tony.

I sat down on the couch in between Tony and Jamie. It was a tight fit but I wanted to be close to my boy. I gave Jamie a quick kiss on the cheek while Tony grabbed a couple of slices from the table and put them on a plate for me. I smiled a thank you.

"So it's Mrs. G now? What's wrong with calling me Diane?" I asked.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Diane's a nice name. But you know...I figured Mrs. G was more appropriate," said Tony.

"Hmmm...more appropriate huh? Just shut up and eat your pizza!" I playfully snapped back.

Tony and Jamie both laughed with their mouths stuffed with pizza. Tony was obviously raised right. He had good manners and always showed respect, even if it came in the form of 'Mrs. G.' I grabbed Jamie's arm and pulled him closer to me. We sat like that for the next hour watching baseball, the game that I never understood and hated to watch. Tony and Jamie both had to explain certain rules as the game dragged on, but they didn't mind. It was then that I realized something was missing.

"Jamie, Where's your father?" I asked.

"Oh, he went to bed a while ago," Jaime replied.

I didn't remember him leaving. Actually, I didn't remember him even being here. How bad is that? But that's usually what happens when Jamie comes home. He always gets my full attention.

"Sorry mom, but we have to go," Jamie said.

"What? Already? I just got here," I whined.

"You've been here an hour mom."

"Since when did you learn how to tell time?" I shot back.

Tony managed a chuckle but Jamie just shook his head as if to say "That was lame"

"If you gotta go, then go. I just miss you is all," I said.

"You could always come with us mom?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah Mrs. G, it'll be fun!" Tony said.

"You really want your old mom, hanging with you and the boys. I don't want to cramp your style," I said, trying to sound hip.

"We're not going to a party, and you're not gonna cramp...whatever it is you said. We're just heading over to O'Tooles for a couple of drinks," Jamie said.

O'Tooles was like a community bar not too far away. It was popular hangout for kids coming home in the summer and a popular spot for men to get away from their wives during the school year. It had more of a pub feel than a club atmosphere. It was a nice place. I was always close to my son, but I always knew when to stay away, and this was definitely one of those times. Although the thought of spending time with my boy or spending the night in bed with the grim reaper made it an easy decision.

"Gimmie five minutes to get ready!" I said.

The bar was packed. It was a great ratio of girls to guys, all in their twenties and it seemed as if Jamie and Tony knew everyone there. Either Jamie or Tony took the liberty to introduce me if they had a conversation with someone that lasted more than two minutes. Everyone was polite and really nice, but I'm sure most of them were wondering who the old lady was. I was beginning to think that this was a bad idea. Call me naive, but I was expecting a relative quiet bar with a secluded table where I would be able to sit and talk with Jamie. It was the complete opposite. It took us at least a half hour to reach the bar and there were no seats available, so we just stood uncomfortably. Well, at least I was uncomfortable.

They had a live band and the music was loud and the dance floor was packed. The women, or I guess I should say girls all looked amazing. They had fresh faces that required little makeup and you knew that they would look hot no matter what they wore. They were all so young, fit, full of energy, full of life. I felt old. Real fucking old! Even though I like to think I look better than most people my age, there clearly wasn't any of them on hand to hide behind. I really wish I choose something different to wear. I ended up grabbing a pair of comfortable jeans and a snug fitting blouse with my black everyday boots. Like I said, this wasn't what I had in mind. I felt as if I was sticking out like a pimple on prom night.

Maybe I'm just overreacting. I'm 5'6, have shoulder length light brown hair, curvy with more than a handful upstairs. I would say I have a medium build when surrounded by the average person, but in here, I simply felt fat. I shouldn't be here but seeing Jamie interact with others was a wonderful sight. They way he spoke, the way he made others laugh, the way everyone wanted to be around him. He was like a conductor and these people were his orchestra. The only thing I didn't like were all the floozies touching him, kissing him on the cheek and getting too close to take pictures with him. It made me sick as it would any mother. I hope he uses condoms. Does he know enough about protection? I really shouldn't be here. I was just about to tell Jamie that I was going to leave when Tony came by with a couple of mixed drinks.

"Here Diane, have a drink with me," Tony said.

"Thanks Tony. And thanks for finally calling me Diane," I said as we clinked glasses.

"Are you having a good time?" Tony said.

"Let just say, that I'm enjoying watching you guys work the room."

"Jamie's the one that knows how to work the room, I'm the one that's usually on the sideline. I'm actually not very good at parties, so hanging with Jamie makes it easier."

"Really, I would never have guessed," I said surprised.

"No one ever does. He's like Batman and I'm more like Robin, but it works for us!"

Tony was very sweet, quite charming actually. I didn't know how tall he was until now, when I noticed I only came up to his shoulders. He had the cutest smile with dimples and that messy blonde hair made him adorable. I wonder why I didn't notice it before? Why am I noticing it now?

"Listen Tony, I'm going to be leaving now and let you guys have your fun. Do me a favor and tell Jamie that I left. I'll take a cab home and leave the car for you guys. Just make sure he doesn't drink too much, ok?" I lectured.

"Sure ok. You wanna dance?" Tony replied.

"What? Didn't you hear what I said?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure I'll tell him. I just thought you might like to dance before you leave."

"Tony, I haven't danced in ages, I'm too old, and I'll look like a fool," I confessed.

"If it makes you feel better I don't know how to dance either," Tony admitted.

Tony didn't say anything after that. He just looked down at me with those soft sad eyes. A part of me didn't want to let him down, another part of me couldn't resist.

"Alright fine, let's go make fools of ourselves, but don't say I didn't warn you!" I said.

We both downed our drinks and he grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. After weaving through the crowded gauntlet of gyrating hips, elbows and arms we found our way to the center of the dance floor. We started off slow trying to catch the rhythm of the music and awkwardly began move our bodies to something that we thought resembled dancing.

We were both laughing hysterically at our lack of coordination. We were both terrible. I could sense other people around us laughing. Even the singer of the band was suppressing his laughter throughout the song. It made it hard to concentrate on dancing, but we managed by focusing only on each other. We were still a dancing train wreck, but we were able to let loose a little. I couldn't believe how much fun I was having. Is this what I missed when I was young? Song after song we stayed on the dance floor. I kept looking over my shoulder to see if Jamie was all right just like I used to when I took him to the playground and I sat on the bench. Tony noticed this and simply said "He'll be alright, he's Batman remember?" I slapped him playfully on the arm and we continued to dance in random fits. I felt bad for taking up all his time on the dance floor. Surely he must want to hang out with his friends? Or at least someone his own age?

"Tony it's ok if you want to hang out with your friends, you don't have to keep me company all night. I don't want to ruin your fun," I said.

"You're not ruining anything, I'm having a blast! Besides, no one ever wants to dance with me."

"I can't say I blame them. You really suck at this!"

Tony playfully shoved me and we continued dancing like fools. We must have danced through ten songs before the band announced that it was almost last call and that they were going to take it down a notch. Instantly, they began to play a slow song. Everyone seemed to pair up with someone else and the dance floor was packed tight again. Tony and I just stared at each other for a minute until he stretched out his hand. I took his hand and accepted the dance. I put my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my hips and we rocked slowly back and forth. We were much better at this then fast dancing.

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