The next morning I was in my office trying to write but I couldn't stop thinking about the sudden change in my life. I remembered having fantasized about a beautiful sexy woman come to my door—you know, her car breaking down or lost on a stormy night and having wild sex but never believed it would actually happen. Things like that didn't happen in real life, but here it was happening to me.
It was almost nine when I heard Kate go into the kitchen. I peeked out my office door and said, "Good morning. There's coffee on, if you want it."
"Great! Thanks," Kate said.
She was dressed in a short black skirt and a white low cut peasant blouse. I came out to the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee. "How come you're all dressed up?" I asked.
"Job hunting," she said. "I'm broke and have to get a job." She had a folded up newspaper. "I picked this paper up at the co-op yesterday and just went over the classifieds." She said, taking a sip of her coffee. "There's not much out there, but I'll find something. I always do." she added.
"I like your confidence," I said.
"I always have a positive attitude. I really believe the right thing will come my way. That's how I live my life."
"You have a lot of wisdom for a young woman," I said. "By the way, how old are you?"
"I'm thirty," she said, "But age is just a number, like I said, yesterday. What difference does it make?"
I nodded. "I'm not sure. I'm sixty-two and sometimes it sounds old but then I find it hard to believe cause inside I still feel youthful."
Kate smiled. "It's all in the mind. If you think 62 is old then it's old. If you think you're still young, then you're still young. We program ourselves. That's why a person should not even think about age. Live in the present, the now. So many people live in the past and think about the future, when the only thing that matters is the present."
"Interesting," I said. "Here I am thirty years older than you but I think you have a lot to teach me," I said.
"Thanks, that's nice of you to say, but I think you have a lot to teach me, too," she said. "Remember I said I trust my intuition. Well, my intuition tells me that you are a pretty special person. I can tell by how you listen and just from this cabin you built." Just then Kate stepped forward, took my hands and gave me a little kiss. "I can also tell by how you fuck."
"You can," I said, feeling her tits against my chest.
She put her hand on my beard and then ran her fingers through my hair. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, "If you can get over your dumb ideas about age we can have a lot of fun together," she said. "If you believe that I'm your fuck angel sent here by fate to bring wild sex into your life and I believe I came to this town to find you, then that's all we need to know. Just accept it."
"I'll try," I said. "It's something to think about." I added. "Reality is an illusion," she said, "But the reality is I have to find a job—that's not an illusion." She put down her coffee, picked up the newspaper and her little pocketbook and said, "I'm off to the real world."
"Real world?" I asked. "Isn't this the real world, here?"
"This is our world," she added. "It's real in a different way." When she got to the front door, she turned and said, "You think too much, Jack. Just enjoy! See you later."
When Kate left I watched her run up to her car and thought about the conversation we just had. "She's a little philosopher," I thought. "Maybe she's right, age is just a number. We make our own reality. Stop thinking so much and enjoy." Still, I felt funny having sex with someone young enough to be my daughter. "This is wild," I thought. "Maybe, she's right, about this cabin is our own world and there's another world out there that doesn't really matter."
I looked over at the bird feeder out my window just as several birds pecked for food. Several others were in the tree nearby waiting for their turn. "Those birds certainly have their own world and reality. So do the squirrels. Why not me and Kate," I thought and put our cups in the sink.
I went back to work. The day passed quickly. That afternoon, I was out in the garden, thinning the carrots and spinach, when I saw Kate on the back porch, waving to me.
"Need some help," she yelled.
"Sure, come on down," I yelled back.
"Be right down. I just want to change my clothes."
I was on my knees, thinning the spinach, my back to the house, when I heard Kate's footsteps. I turned and saw that she was wearing tight cut off jeans and a low cut flimsy yellow shirt that revealed her stomach and barely covered her tits. "Damn but she looks sexy," I thought as she approached.
"I got a job," she said. "Second place I went."
