"You're welcome Miss Wilson."

"Melanie. You're not a little kid anymore and you've always been respectful. Melanie is fine from now on."

"Okay." I kept my eyes down and focused on the wires in front of me.

"Thank you again for all your help. Phil." She went on, "The pc today, last week you unblocked my cell phone when I locked myself out of it and you even helped Joe rake the leaves."

"Anything I can do to help." I replied.

"I just wish I could pay you somehow." She frowned, “But you know, things are tough."

"No worries."

"Well you don't have too, and it's appreciated."

"I don't have to do anything," I answered out of habit.

"You are a good boy, always were" She laughed, "I always wonder if you could ever be a bad boy."

Another leading remark? If it was I wondered if they were lost on Joe. We were best friends since elementary school and told each other everything. He was more than aware I thought his mom was hot. In fact occasionally I would bust his balls about it. He took it with his usual good nature, but knew all I was doing was looking. Right now it really seemed as if his mom was screwing with me and I hoped it was going over his head.

"Hey, Joe." I called out, reminding her, her son was there, “Turn that on will you?"

"Its on." Joe said, then when the sound of windows starting blared through the speakers he exclaimed, “Hey, we got sound again!"

"Yeah," I made my way from underneath the table.

“Your father hooked it up wrong."

“He was probably thinking about his other hook up." Melanie standing up and moving so I could crawl out and get to my feet.

“Forget it mom," Joe said, “His loss, your gain, we're better off without him."

Melanie tousled his brown hair and nodded, "You're a good son Joe, and already a better man than your father."

"And one with his I-tunes back!" Joe laughed and picking up his headphones put them on as he started bringing other items up on the PC.

She turned to face me and putting her hands on my shoulder kissed me on the cheek, “You too, Phil, your folks raised a good boy."

“Thank you."

"You're going to make some young lady very happy." She stared into my eyes and leaning forward added, “Or maybe an older one, who knows?

"Um, okay." I shot a nervous look over to Joe, who was oblivious between the music and the computer.

“Women my age are a sucker for cute young guys with big blue eyes like yours." She tousled my hair the way she had Joe's, “blue eyes and black hair is a nice combination you know."

"Thanks," I muttered.