"Hey, John. How are you doing?"
I knew immediately who was calling me, she was the mom of one of my daughter's classmates, and I had spoken to her enough in the past to recognize the voice.
Only problem was...my daughter couldn't stand her daughter. Well, that and the fact that she had had two girls about so many years ago and had really put on the weight. I really like ladies with some meat on them, but Madison was very large and she didn't wear it well.
So when she started making her way towards my car from across the street, I didn't even look up...not until she was leaning up against my VW.
WOW! She was wearing a pair of hip-hugging jeans that looked like she was poured into them, and a dark yellow top minus the sleeves and the bra, the front was cut low and I was looking at cleavage that was most inviting.
"What...what...wha...what happened?" I stammered. In all honesty, I hadn't seen her since she left town three years ago.
"Oh yeah, you haven't seen me since I got back in town. Well, you know Jeff's job caused us to move and I guess you heard that he died a little over a year ago."
I just nodded my head and said, "Yeah, I was sorry to hear about that. You have my sympathies."
"Thank you. It is appreciated. But my mom is here, so we came back home to help her and we were never happy in Seattle anyway. Anywho, right after Jeff died, I tried to make it work where we were and I went through a depression and hardly ate at all. The weight started coming off and I liked how I looked and so, I started watching what I ate and started a regular exercise and yoga program and here I am."
"Here you are." I had to repeat things out loud and in my head because Madison had leaned down to my car window at one point and her breasts were in viewing and touching distance, and that top was doing nothing to hold them back. "You look great." I averted my gaze. "Your hair looks fantastic."
"It's amazing how your skin and hair respond when you stop putting garbage in your body," she replied.
Her face was surrounded by loose rings of golden hair and her complexion seemed to glow.
"It's working," I managed to say.
"Well, how's it going with you? You look good. How's the job hunting?"
Obviously, she had been in town long enough to have heard that I had graduated nursing school and was looking for a job.
"Oh, it's going okay."
"Well, I am now in charge of the medical department where I work. You say the word and you are hired," Madison proudly announced.
"The Word," I retorted.
"Can you show up tomorrow morning. We will get the red tape started."
"Sure thing. Thanks."
"In that case, I will see you later." And with that, Madison turned about and walked to her own car, with an inticing wiggle in her rear-end that had me in a trance. The school bell ringing to release our daughters was the only thing that broke me out of the spell that her ass had cast.
Red tape was no exaggeration. Madison worked in the medical facility in a prison, and they examined my past, present, and future. Of course, Madison vouched for me and that cut that red tape a little short.
I started working a few days after being cleared and was enthusiastic about having the job. I worked the graveyard shift with a woman that went to school with Moses. To add insult to injury, I was in a men's only prison, so testosterone was not in short supply, including my own. I had been divorced for a year and a half, and my world revolved around my kids, that left little time for the affections of the fairer sex. Much like the men that I catered to, I was in my own private prison.
Finally, a break in the whole thing happened when Mose's classmate retired. There was no replacement available, so Madison took over where "Miss-Older-Than-Dirt" left off.
Of course, she did not look quite the same as she did that day at the school. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore scrubs, but damn, did she make scrubs look good. They were tight in all the right places and hugged every inch of her. But even when I looked at her, I still saw her the same as I did the day her tits invaded my VW.
We spent moments each night getting caught up on old times and I let her know all the local gossip, (or more like, she let me know all the local gossip). She told me how things were since Jeff had died, and commented how nice it was to be working nights, as that was when she was the loneliest.
"I just really haven't put myself out there," she told me, "I don't have the nerve and I'm sure that I'm too old now. Well, you know what it's like, you're divorced."
And then, as quickly as she had said it, she blurted, "Oh, oh, John, I am so sorry I said that. I didn't mean it."
"It's okay. I know what you mean. And you are right. I haven't put myself out there, either. But as far as you being too old...I don't think so."
"John, I'm 43...almost 44."
"And what makes you think that is too old for a love life?" I demanded.
"And just how old are you, kiddo?"
