“I do. Look at you. A Friday night and here you are talking to your friend's mom because you saw she was upset.”

"Its your birthday, you should be happy and having fun, not crying and being alone.”

"Hmm." She gave me an odd look, then one of the shy little smiles she was known for, the kind that seemed out of place on woman her age, especially one with her looks.

“I think you're right, I should be having some fun, shouldn't I?"

"Hell yeah." I nodded, “Hot milf like you? You should be out celebrating and... I gave her an exaggerated wink, "Who know, maybe getting lucky."

"I have to admit, it's been a long time since I've gotten lucky.”

She frowned again, "If I ever was. It took me a long time to realize

Dave's father wasn't as good to me as I thought he was. He blamed me for fooling around with those girls, said I was too boring and dressed..." She shrugged, “like an old lady."

"You dress proper, not slutty and that makes you hotter, because you don't put it out there for everyone, you leave it to the imagination."

As she had done, I put my hand over hers, “You're a sexy lady, not some slut."

“Sometimes I wonder if I could be both." She sighed, “Lady in public, but..." She blushed again.

"Fun where it counts."

“Oh, I bet you could, you just need the right guy.”

“Who would be the right guy?"

"I don't know." I thought about it, "I think someone who appreciates you and not just that you're pretty and sweet, but..." I hesitated, and then figured what the hell, her own son told me to make her feel good about, "That you're sexy."

"I'm sexy?"

“I told you that, but not slutty sexy, but...like classy sexy." I shrugged, “Cute sexy too, the way you look, but you still blush?

That's hot and..."

I stopped because I sounded pathetic, telling my best friend's mother she was hot multiple times in the same damn sentence.

"You know, I am kind of hot." She nodded.

"Not just kind of you're...oh."

I felt like an idiot when she removed the comforter. My eyes fastened on her legs when she bent her knee and ran her nails along her thigh. That thigh was smooth and damn inviting looking and as her robe slid back I had to force myself not to look to the left and try to see between her legs.

"Sweating." She said, "Hot in here."

"A Little, I guess."

“Maybe because I'm lying down." She turned to the side, swinging her legs off the bed.

Robin was now sitting next to me and before I managed to raise my eyes to her face, I caught a look inside her robe and saw the inner half of her left breast and a hint of red lace.

“So back to me finding this right guy."

“Well, I think you have to leave the house to do that," I laughed.

She smiled at me and moved over so her hip was touching mine. I could smell her perfume and her long blonde hair was tickling my arm beneath my sleeve.

"Who says?"