I was eighteen. I was a freshman in college. Life was great. I worked out, I went to class, and I dated women. My life was simple and I enjoyed it that way.
It was a beautiful spring break day, and I was outside washing my car. I had the radio going. I had my shirt off and I was enjoying a beautiful sunny day. I noticed the neighbor two doors over come out and glanced over at me. Her name was Pam Jones. I knew her son, Jeff, from school. Jeff was a few years younger than me. He was very shy. He didn't have many friends, but he was always nice to me, so I was nice back to him. Pam's husband, Steve, was a big money corporate executive who was always on the road traveling.
Pam Jones fit the perfect description of a trophy wife. She was in her late thirties. She was the type of woman who never wore the same thing twice. Pam always wore the latest fashions. She worked out and taught an aerobics class at our local athletic club. Like every good trophy wife, she loved to show off her body.
As I washed my car I noticed long flowing blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see Mrs. Jones walking my way.
"Are you in town for spring break?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"Yes ma'am!" I answered while turning off the water to the hose.
"How do you like college so far?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"I love it. It's nothing like high school. It's much better than I expected." I answered.
"Well, have you figured out what you will major in?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"I'm thinking business, but I'm still undecided at this point." I answered.
"Are you parent's happy to see you back for a while?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"I think so, I've had home cooked meals the last two nights." I answered. "Mrs. Jones, do you want me to run in and get my mom?"
"Oh no Jason. I'm was just coming down to say hello to you since you were out. And, please call me Pam. You don't have to call me Mrs. Jones. Actually I'd prefer you to call me Pam." Pam said.
"Sure thing Mrs. Jones. I mean, Pam." I said smiling.
"Oh Jason, you are so cute. I bet you have all those girls chasing you at college." Pam said.
"Maybe one or two...Pam." I said trying to flirt with her a little.
"Will you be here all week?" Pam asked.
"Yes, why do you ask?" I replied.
"Well, I need to see if you can help me with something." Pam said in a more serious voice.
"Sure. Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yes. We don't have to discuss this now. You need to finish washing your car. Maybe you can come by later today. I'd like to discuss something with you." Pam said.
"I can do that." I said looking at my watch. "It's almost one now. How about I come by about two? That will give me time to clean up."
"That sounds perfect. Come on over when you are ready." Pam said.
I finished washing my car and cleaned up. I put on some cargo shorts and a polo shirt and headed out the door.
I walked up to their door and rang the doorbell. I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't sure why Pam needed to talk with me.
"Hey Jason, come on in." Pam said as she greeted me at the door.
Pam was wearing white yoga shorts and a sports bra. Her yoga shorts were very short. I hadn't really seen Pam wearing anything like that before. To be honest though, I never really saw her that much when I was in high school. I was busy and didn't really hang around my house much.
"Are you working out?" I asked Pam.
"I'm teaching an aerobics class this afternoon. I guess you could say this is my work uniform. You like it?" Pam joked while she gave a brief pose.
"You just convinced me to start taking aerobics!" I joked back.
"You should come take a class sometime. It's a really good workout." Pam told me.
"Maybe one of these days I'll skip the weight floor and take a class." I told her.
"I'm teaching everyday the rest of this week at ten in the mornings. You should take my class." Pam said.
"Do you get many guys in your class?" I asked.
"Yes, maybe one two. Today's class is an early evening class, I'll get more men in there. The morning classes are different. It's pretty much all stay at home moms. We get more of the soccer moms in the mornings." Pam said.
"Taking a class with a room full of stay at home moms, I'm not so sure how good of a workout that would be." I joked.
"Don't judge the stay at home moms to quickly, they come to get after it. They really work out hard." Pam replied.
"Do they all dress like you?" I asked.
"Yes, they all wear about what I'm wearing. Maybe that will convince you to try out a class. They are an aggressive group though. You will have to watch out. Put an attractive guy like yourself in a room full of stay at home moms, and they will all be trying to make a move on you." Pam said.
"Whatever. You are just messing with me. I will try to make it up there to take your class though." I said.
"Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but I'm not that far off." Pam joked.
"If Jeff home?" I asked as we stood in the kitchen.
"No, it's just me. Jeff doesn't get home until about 4:30 or so." Pam said. "Jeff is actually the reason I asked you to come over today."
"Okay, is everything alright?" I asked.
"Well, no. He is having some issues with some of the boys at school." Pam told me.
"That sucks, I'm sorry to hear that. How does this involve me?" I asked.
"There is a boy named Mark that has been picking on Jeff. I don't know if you remember this boy or not. He is tall and much bigger than Jeff."
"Yes, I know who you are talking about. Mark has always been a dick to everyone. There is something wrong with him. He is just mean. He fights everybody." I told her.
"Jeff came home two days ago with a bloody nose and a black eye." Pam said.
"I'm sorry to hear that. So he got into a fight with Mark?" I asked.
"Jeff finally told me what was going on yesterday. He had been coming home the last few weeks with all sorts of issues and injuries. He has come home with ripped shirts and bruises. I kept asking him what was going on, and he wouldn't tell me. Yesterday he told me that Mark was picking on him. He made me promise to not get involved and to let him handle it. Jason, I'm scared for him." Pam said is a shaky voice as she was holding back tears.
"I'm really sorry to hear this. Jeff is a good guy. He doesn't deserve that." I told her.