As I stepped into our driveway, I asked myself, “Did that really happen?” Before I try to answer my own question, it probably makes sense for me to provide a little background. I'm a seventy-one-year-old retired guy who is bored ninety percent of the time. I was “retired” by my law firm a year ago, even though I was a senior partner and still productive. The firm gave my caseload to a junior associate and at a going-away...

It looked like we’d get an early spring (at least according to Punxsutawney Phil). During the winter I had been unable to reconnect with Pam or even talk to her. I was hoping that with warmer weather, she would resume jogging on our street. I was really looking forward to seeing her bouncing tatas and those shapely legs. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen her, at least from afar. While driving in or out of the subdivision, I'd...

Pam and I settled into a once-a-week fucking routine. Julie had joined the Tulip Society at the botanical garden and was now reliably out of the house each Thursday from 11am until two or so. Serendipitously, Pam’s husband Nate had been called back to on-site work, pretty much allowing Pam to come and go as she pleased five days a week. According to Pam, Nate’s belly had continued to grow after returning to work, partiall...