Last winter we had several major snowstorms, each one leaving behind up to a foot of snow. I made the most of these storms by going door-to-door, offering to clear driveways and walkways — for a price, of course.

Anyone who’s had to shovel knows it’s hard, backbreaking work. I’m in really good shape, but recently I learned just how good when I knocked on one neighbor’s door.

The woman who answered was model gorgeous — lush and curvy, with glossy hair and a smile that made me forget why I’d knocked on her door in the first place. I’m a 20-year-old guy and I’d never had a problem talking to girls before, but one look at Mrs. Atwell (“Call me Tracy, please”), and I could barely remember my name. If I had to guess her age, I’d peg her to be... Read More