Helping Mrs. York
He'd admired his friend's mom for a long time and finally got to spend an afternoon with her
On his way home from high school, he saw her pull in to their driveway, and his heart began to beat faster. At the entrance to the York’s secluded home, he stopped, half-hidden behind a large tree. She had parked in front of the garage. He watched her from behind as she began unloading the groceries, the grey pencil skirt rising up over her long legs as she bent into the trunk. “Can I help you, Mrs. York?” he called. Sh...