John had been gone nearly a year now. When I begin to develop these cravings for a man deep inside my middle age body that, too, was in dire need of being spontaneous. John had left behind a young infant that he still asks about in his many letters from Iraq, which I relay, often respond to. But as time went on I became more vulnerable to what Mother Nature kindly offers, and this concern burning inside my, still, young looking built.
It wasn't until Halloween night when these cravings of mine had worsened, especially to this young man half my age, 18, appearing before me with his younger brother. Escorting the little tike from house to house that reminded me of the times, I too, took my own son around the neighborhood to fill his bag with loads of goodies.
"Jimmy. You too want a treat?" I politely asked, feeling the vibes moving vastly from one body to the other.
"How did you know it was me, Penny?" he quickly replied.
"Your large hands and tight trousers."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Well and the glistening gold cross earring appearing outside your vampire mask," I said, catering to his soft brown eyes.
We both stood staring at one another for a minute or so until the shoving and pushing of kids broke our trance, train of thought. Wondering who would make the first move as my palms perspires something awful. Announcing that he would come back at a later time to be more adventurous. That is when the porch was less crowded.
"Sure," I muttered, leaning over to drop several pieces of candy in each open bag as I watch where Jimmy's eyes were. Lusting after my shimmering bosoms inside the shortened cottony sweatshirt that I'd been wearing all day to clean house and to bathe little Johnny in.
The thing that spooks me the most is the fact that Jimmy had died this past summer due to an unexpected, unexplained surgery incident. Simple operation that shouldn't have resulted in his death of removing his appendixes and his little brother that too had died of complications at birth. But even though we were miles apart in age, we both knew that fate would someday bring us back together again.
After glancing out to the empty streets of young ghosts and goblins, I began to daydream of what it might feel like being with a much younger man, especially one so charming and witty as Jimmy. Young man that I once baby-sat, while his parents were partying or outside watching a movie on a giant screen. Too, young enough to bathe in my flannel nightgown, which continues to bring back fond memories the longer John stays away in a foreign country.
The two-story house we purchased several years ago was decorated in Holiday spirit and unusual fashion. Utilizing the bedroom upstairs as a display with array of silky cobwebs, incents, haunting music, and the bed with a view of the decorated Court House where I'd worked for ten years before getting hitched to John.
"Damn. Why do I feel so naughty all of a sudden?" I said, turning loose the fancy blue drapes, which I'd picked out last summer for the living room window.
It was around 10:00 that evening when I had given up all hope of Jimmy dropping by as I was halfway up the old creaky steps. When suddenly my entire body shook like the dickens, once I hear the doorbell echoing inside my cluttered mind. Then closing my eyes for a brief moment of silence before clutching my chest and heading back down the steep dull stairs to answer the door dressed in a long fluffy ghost-like robe. Then racing to the kitchen table to quickly retrieve the perfect mask, which I'd worn to attract Jimmy in the first place.
"Well, hello Jimmy," I said, working my eyes up and down through the tiny holes of my Snow White mask.
"Hi."
