John Story Novels & Stories

“I have no such people here. Yes, there is a person who comes in every twice a week to cut the grass and keep the garden maintained.” He indicated a hand towards me, “and this is how you greet him? In that flimsy nightgown that barely covers your tits?” My mouth was gaping open, like wide open. He did not just say that! And he noticed my tits? Consciously, I pulled at the frilly jacket. “The lawn mowing person is a fifty-year-old man. Joe is a decent guy, he never looked at me that way.” “And you think a fifty year old man wouldn’t look at you the wrong way if you’re found wearing inappropriate clothing.”