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    Summer Nights

     

    Bette was awakened at noon by the ringing of her telephone.

     

    Bette:  “Hello?”

     

    Mother:  “Hi Bette”

     

    Bette:  “Oh hi.”

     

    Bette was overwhelmed with guilt talking to Samantha’s mother.

     

    Mother:  “Do you think I could talk to you today?”

     

    She had a serious tone.

     

    Bette:  “Sure:

     

    Mother:  “Ok how’s here about 1?”

     

    Bette:  “Ok that’s fine. See you then.”

     

    Bette felt so scared when she hung up the phone.  What if Samantha told her parents?  What if she changed the story and made it out that Bette had seduced or even worse, molested her.  Bette immediately jumped out of bed and showered and dressed.  By 12:45 Bette was completely ready to go and sat on the couch awaiting 1 o’clock.

     

    Mother:  “Hello Bette. Come in”

     

    Bette:  “You sounded rather serious on the phone is there something wrong?”

     

    Mother:  “Well yes in fact there is.”

     

    She stood there looking at Bette for a few seconds.

     

    Mother:  “Samantha is graduating soon and we want to have a party for her.  We don’t have a pool in our yard and”

     

    Bette was so happy she wasn’t being brought up on charges she interrupted.

     

    Bette:  “And you want to use mine for the party?”

     

    Mother:  “Yes actually.”

     

    Bette:  “Sure I would love for you to have the party at my house.”

     

    Mother:  “Well I know how much Samantha likes you”

     

    Bette:  You have no idea

     

    Mother:  “You’ve been so nice to her, it would really mean a lot to her.”

     

    Bette:  “Think nothing of it.  Now let’s discuss when and how shall we.

     

    Bette and Samantha’s mother sat and chatted about party plans until 3 o’clock when Samantha returned home from school.  Samantha was a bit nervous when Bette and her mother abruptly stopped their convo when they saw her.  Bette and Sam greeted each other, a little coldly, and Samantha went to her room.  She was terrified that maybe Bette had told her parents. 

     

    That night Samantha snuck over to Bette’s again and gently knocked on her back door.  Bette opened it and allowed her entry.

     

    Samantha:  “You scared me today being at my house.”

    Comments

    1. “And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…” LOL I actually enjoyed reading this very much. After all, who am I to be judgemental about the age difference? When I was 18 I slept with two different women, both in their middle 30’s. When I was 24 I lived with a woman who was 42, so this actually brought back sweet memories to when it was me trying to convince the older women that it was okay to go with what felt good!! LOL Thanks for the memories…”And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know…wo wo wo.”

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