After that amazing afternoon with my mom I honestly believed I couldn't top how I was feeling at that point. That was until I read the note mom had left for me on the counter in the kitchen.
Dear Son,
You know I love you, and that I REALLY LOVE our special affair we've been having together. But now, I would like to you do me a really big favor...
Do you remember your friend Mike from school a few years back? Well I ran into his mom about two weeks ago at the store and we decided to catch up on old times together over lunch.
She seemed like her old self except for that old spark she always used to have. It took a little persuasion on my part, but I was able to find out from her that she and her husband have been having problems since their son had gone off to school. He didn't seem to be interested in her anymore and it was like they were two strangers living in the same house.
When she mentioned she was planning on going through her house and getting rid of some of her old stuff while her husband was away for the weekend, I thought of you, and what you might be able to do for her. I'm not asking you to do this unless you really want to. But if you can show her half as much, as you've shown me, in that the passion is still alive inside her, then maybe we can give her back something she thinks is lost forever. Love Always, Mom.
After reading her note, I began to recall the great times I used to have over at Mikes place when we were kids. I never really thought much about his mom Judy until I saw her come in from the office one day wearing a soft summer sweater that hugged her body showing her small waist and generous breast held tight by her clothes. She had the most amazing hourglass figure, with her hips being just a bit wider than her shoulders. To finish it off she wore a white pleated summer skirt with smoky brown hose and white peep-toe heels. She always had the darkest collar length hair I had ever seen, not too short, with soft waves that framed her delicate face.
Being just an early teenager at the time I couldn't help but notice her as she moved about the kitchen, her heels clicking on the floor getting dinner ready as Mike and I sat at the table working on model cars. Needless to say, I found more reasons to head over to Mike's house after that day until they decided to send Mike off to a private school about a year later.
Still remembering her phone number I decided to give her a call to make arrangements for this weekend. She seemed genuinely surprised to hear from me after all this time and we made arrangements to get together on Saturday morning to do a little attic cleaning.
Saturday morning started out cool, but with lots of humidity with the temperature climbing into the 90's. Arriving at Judy's place I didn't know what to expect as I knocked on her door. The place seemed the same, just like it had looked years before, even the same smells. I felt myself feeling a little nervous as the door opened and I found myself looking into the eyes of the woman I had had my first crush on years before.
She looked great and the years had been pretty kind to her. Wearing only a loose t-shirt and shorts I could still make out the outline of her body as she invited me inside. "Well Hey Ron! Boy it's been a while since I've seen you at my front door big guy! Come on in and we'll get started right after we eat some breakfast. I hope you're hungry."
The smells of coffee and breakfast hit my senses and I immediately found myself starving for some home cooked food. Following her upstairs to the kitchen I couldn't help but watch as her hips swayed as she literally bounced up the stairs in front of me. "I saw you pull up and I was just getting things ready for us to eat so we could get an early start before it got really hot," she added.
Sitting down at the table I was treated with a layout of eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast and coffee.
Conversation seemed to center around getting caught up from when we had seen each other last and how her son Mike was doing in school. Towards the end of breakfast I figured I'd let her know a little of what mom had relayed to me earlier.
"You know, I spoke to mom the other day and she told me about what you two had talked about at lunch a few weeks back," I mentioned. At this she just looked out the kitchen window and off into space as she sighed and began to try and stop the tears that were filling her eyes. "How much did she tell you?" She asked. "Enough to let me know that you needed a little help and maybe someone to talk to," I answered as I reached out and took her hand in mine.
"I just don't know what to do!" she whispered, "He seems so empty now after Mike left. It's just not the same anymore between us and I just don't know if it's my fault or something else. He just won't talk to me!" she added as she strongly squeezed my hand with hers. Looking up at me she just smiled softly as she began to get up from the table. "I'm sorry but you really don't want to hear the ravings of a lonely women now, do you? Maybe we should get started on the attic before it gets too hot to work up there," was all she said before she walked out of the kitchen leaving me alone at the table.
The rest of the morning went pretty quietly with us moving box after box out of the attic and down into the garage. By the time lunch rolled around we were both pretty much covered in sweat as we sat in the garage and surveyed our work. Judy had been going through boxes deciding on what she wanted to keep and what she wanted to give away. Most of it was old stuff that didn't mean much, so it all went into a pile in front of the garage to be taken out later. I was helping pull boxes open when I made the most amazing discovery.
One box had been labeled work stuff, but when I opened it, I found myself looking down at the most intimate collection of high heels I had ever seen, all neatly wrapped in small plastic bags to keep them from getting wet or damaged in storage. I never did recall ever seeing Judy wear any of these before when I used to hang out here, so my curiosity got the best of me.
"Hey Judy, what do you want me to do with this box?" I asked.
Coming over and seeing what I had discovered only caused her to smile from ear to ear as her face lit up with memories.
"Work Stuff?!" I asked, smiling... She just smiled back at me and reached into the box taking out a pair of white high heeled stiletto pumps. "Yea, work stuff" she giggled. "I don't know if I ever told you, but I used to do some modeling before I started having kids. But that all changed when Mike came along and I had to become the so called, responsible parent, as my husband used to say." I could feel her sorrow as she began to put them back into the box.
"Why don't you see if they still fit," I suggested, as she stopped and just looked at me. "Go on, try them on... I bet you look pretty hot wearing these!" I added.
"Yea, I'm hot, hot and sweating like crazy," she quietly spoke as she began to laugh. Looking up at me she could see that I was totally serious in my suggestion as I patiently waited for her to make a decision.
