Alan Patterson, 42, was sitting in his home office, still trying to get organized after moving from the city to this suburban home. He was one of the lucky ones that sold his business when the market was still good; now, he had all the money he needed . . . travel, whatever the fuck he wanted to do.
Looking out his window toward the neighbor's house, seeing the lady walk to her car and drive off . . . late 30's - early 40's, nice looking . . . in fact, damn good-looking, obviously took care of herself.
Later that morning, her son took off on his scooter . . . 18-20 years old, probably a student at the junior college.
I'll have to get over and meet her later today; find out if she is married . . . has a boyfriend . . . or available??
Looking out his window toward the neighbor's house, seeing the lady walk to her car and drive off . . . late 30's - early 40's, nice looking . . . in fact, damn good-looking, obviously took care of herself.
Later that morning, her son took off on his scooter . . . 18-20 years old, probably a student at the junior college.
I'll have to get over and meet her later today; find out if she is married . . . has a boyfriend . . . or available??