As a news and sports reporter for a small town newspaper, John is often met with suggestions on how to better cover the community, especially when it comes to writing about the student-athletes from the area high schools.
John loves his job, but does not care for the many complaints he receives regarding how the local high school teams are covered. Honey is sweeter than vinegar, but none of his readers seem to be aware of the power a compliment on his work carries compared to that of a critique.
Well, nobody seemed to know how to get what they wanted until Mrs. Tillerman came into the picture.
John went to cover a high school football game one night and thought he had done a good job when he left the office early Saturday morning. The story included all the scoring plays, two action photos from the game and one photo of a cheerleader doing her best to urge the fans to scream and shout for the Lions.
John went home at 2 a.m. and went to sleep only to be awakened by a phone call from Mrs. Tillerman around 9 a.m. Mrs. Tillerman was pleasant enough on the phone, but John knew something was wrong and kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She introduced herself as Mary Tillerman and asked John to just call her Mary. She then said she would like to meet with John in person. She said she knew he was new to the community and thought she could help him with a plan on how to cover high school football.
John was young, having just graduated from college at the age of 23, and although he suspected a hidden agenda he agreed to meet with Mary. He remembered a Josh Tillerman played running back for the Lions and thought one of the cheerleaders was also a Tillerman.
Mary invited him to dinner at 6 p.m. explaining that she just wanted to talk with him about the upcoming season and newspaper coverage. She told him to dress casual and to be prepared to eat a good home-cooked Southern meal.
John took a quick shower and then called the only person from the newspaper he felt comfortable talking with after only a few months there. He called Margaret, the advertising manager for the newspaper, and casually led the conversation toward the Tillerman family. He said Josh had not seen much playing time and wondered what the deal was with the family.
Margaret explained that Mary was a widow who's husband had been killed in a tragic car wreck three years ago. Josh and his sister, Mary Beth, were fraternal twins. It was not a lot, but John did not push the issue and made a lame excuse about having to go do laundry to get off the phone.
He watched college football on TV all afternoon. Around 4 p.m. John shaved and took another shower. He then dressed putting a pair of jeans and a golf shirt on his 5-7 frame. John was handsome with light brown eyes and brown hair. He weighed 130 pounds. He wasn't necessarily in shape, since he didn't work out, but he had a lean body with muscular legs, a narrow waist and a slightly muscular, yet boyish, chest.
He arrived at the Tillerman's house around 5:50 p.m. and was proud of himself for being early. John thought it was important not to keep people waiting.
He stepped onto the porch and went to ring the doorbell, but was greeted by Mary before his finger could make it to the door chime. Apparently, she had seen him drive up.
She explained that Josh was spending the night at a friend's house, no doubt another football player, and that Mary Beth was upstairs searching the internet for information to go in a paper she was working on for her American history class.
Mary offered John a glass of ice tea and then sat down. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a white blouse that buttoned all the way up the front. It looked like a man's dress shirt, but her body looked nothing like that of a man. She had long, slender legs that tapered off into a firm round ass. She had a very small waist and John wondered how she had given birth to twins. He guessed her waist to be about 28 inches, at the most.
The rest of her body was just as amazing. Mary had large breasts that seemed to be perfectly shaped and John wondered if money from a lawsuit over her husband's death in a car wreck had bought her new glorious globes. Her face was that of an angel. She had high cheekbones, light green eyes and shoulder length light brown hair with blonde highlights that captured and reflected the light every time she moved her head.
They talked for a little while about nothing in particular and then she asked John what his plans were for football coverage this season.
John suddenly remembered why he was there. He had been daydreaming about Mary as he watched her move like a perfect Southern Belle. She always sat up straight with perfect posture and her long legs were crossed as she dangled a shoe off her toe as she talked.
Before he could answer her, Mary said she knew he probably knew she was a widow and gave a quick recap of what had happened over the past five years in her life. She summed up her story by saying her two children were all she had and she wanted the best for them and would appreciated any photos or stories on them in the paper so she could cut them out for their scrapbooks.
"Enough about all that," she said quickly standing. "I invited you to dinner. I hope you like pork chops and I know you need some veggies. You probably eat fast food three times a day."
John smiled.
"Well, if this iced tea is any indication," John said trying his best to flatter Mary. "I can't wait for dinner."
Mary smiled and asked him to have a seat at the table and she would get Mary Beth.
A few minutes passed and Mary Beth walked into the dining room. John almost fainted. He remembered her instantly. She was the one cheerleader who had stood out the night before at the football game in her short skirt and tight lycra top. She was definitely her mother's child with the same long legs and large breasts.
"Maybe Mary didn't have plastic surgery," John thought to himself upon seeing Mary Beth's young breasts bounce under her tight-fitting T-shirt as she pranced into the dining room.
Mary Beth was wearing short, tight-fitting shorts from some cheerleading camp and a matching T-shirt that was obviously a few sizes too small. The shirt did not quite make it to her waist leaving her sexy tight abs slightly exposed. She also did not bother to put on shoes wearing ankle high white socks instead.
Mary Beth had been studying and did not have on any make-up, but she did not need any. She had her mom's high cheekbones and green eyes. Her hair was blonde, probably dyed, but it looked great in contrast to her well-tanned young body.
Mary walked in just after Mary Beth and immediately apologized for her daughter's "very casual" appearance.
"Hey, it's no big deal," John managed to say with a smile. "You said casual, right?"
Mary smiled back as she placed food on the table. After three trips to the kitchen all the food was on the table. The aroma was almost too much.
