Molly was asking me to come over, regardless of what it was it was...

Molly time! And with Jack not home so I wouldn't feel bad about gawking at her.

“How about you just come on over and bring your camera?"

“What are we taking pictures of?"

"You'll see, but don't worry, Greg, I wouldn't want you to do this for nothing, I'll make it worth it for you."

“When do you..

"See you in a few minutes." Molly cut in and ended the call.

I put the phone down and looked in the mirror. I thought about dressing better, but I didn't want to look like I was trying to impress her. Bad enough there were times I was fairly sure she had seen me looking at her and gave me a little smile that said “aren't you cute" which was more embarrassing than if she had been upset. So

I stayed in the jeans and T-shirt.

I removed the Nikon from the charger and slinging it over my neck, paused to quickly run a comb through my short dark hair. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days and thought about it, but with a bit of scruff I looked older and Molly always made me feel like a kid out of his league.

Which I was, but at least this made me look like I could legally drink. I stared into my blue eyes which a lot of girls said was one of my best features and flashed a goofy smile, “Hey Molly, so you like my pictures, hmm? You should see my private collection."

I winked, and then laughed, "What an idiot." I told my reflection, then spraying a little cologne on, headed down stairs and out the back door to cut across yard and let myself into Molly's through the gate between the yards. I reached back of their house and saw the inner door was open and looking through the screen door, didn't see

Molly in the kitchen,

"Hey Molly?" I called, "Are you in the living room?"

"Hey, Greg, come on in!" She called from somewhere out of sight.

I entered the kitchen and cutting into the Living room saw Molly sitting on the arm of the chair sipping a large glass of wine.

"Hey Greg, thanks for coming."

"I...sure." I said while trying not to blatantly stare at her.

Molly was wearing a short red sundress with thin spaghetti straps leaving most of her tanned shoulders bare. The dress was low cut enough to show off her considerable cleavage and the hem well up her thighs. With her right leg crossed over her left, that leg was exposed almost right up to her damn hip.

As she always did, Molly was kicking her foot and my breath caught at the sight of the red stilettos she was wearing. The shoes strapped around her ankle and had heels so high I wondered how she walked in them.

I noticed she was wearing eyeliner and her lips were painted a deep inviting shade of red. Between that and the dress, which looked Like something a woman would wear to a club, I figured she was on her way out and wondered what I was doing there.

“Like my outfit?" She asked, standing up and spreading her arms out,

“How do I look?"

"Oh, uh...well, nice." I said carefully.

"Nice?" She rolled her eyes, "That's it?"

"Oh, well..."

"I know, I'm Jack's mom, right?" she waved her hand, “Tell you what,

Greg, Jack's not home and I want to know how you think I look for real." She gave a quick spin, but I was still able to notice how well the back of the dress hugged her ass.

“Just nice?"

"I...you look really good." I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say, but I held back from telling her the truth, and that was I was sure