It was a hot, humid day, and like a fool I was out running and sweating like a stuck pig. I got cocky and increased my distance. I covered an area I had not been through before. On my return I was feeling dehydrated, so I slowed down to an easy jog. As I passed one particular house I heard someone calling my name. I stopped and looked around. I recognized her. My mind raced back to my adolescence. I remembered my Mrs. Robinson: the older woman of my teenage fantasies.

Her name was Jana and she looked a lot like Lauren Hutton, the model, but without the space between her front teeth. She must be in her forties, but she didn’t look it. She was tall and willowy, with straw-colored hair. Her mouth appeared hungry and her eyes had an impish sparkle in them. She was wearing a light pastel summer dress with sandals. Her... Leer Más