I was barely 14. Brian was 15. He was tall and slim, but muscular. He was athletic and would later be a star wide receiver, basketball forward, and pi...cher. At 15, he just looked good. He lived next door, and was the kind of boy that parents like. He was humble and polite. He said sir and maam. He asked them about their jobs, and made excellent grades. When Brian came over, no one objected. I certainly didnt. I liked Brian, but I was too shy to tell him so, and I was too young to date. Beyond. As I entered the bedroom I saw my wife standing there in what lookedlike a clowns outfit everything she was wearing was Far to big " wellthat solves the mystery of what has happened " I said as my wife lookedup at my with a puzzled look on her face and a bunch of safety pins inher hand. "The shop must have mixed up our clothing measurements" andpicked up one of her glass high heels " see even the shoes are in mysize" both of us looked at each other for a second and then both burstinto laughter. " Rose automatically ordered for John as if he was still achild. He didn't mind. This was the first time he'd been alone withRose in days and he was enjoying every second of her attention."I think I'm getting the half-stack of peanut butter cup pancakes."John was exploring the menu as they waited for the waitress to return."Really? That would sit like concrete in my stomach for a week. Howare their eggs, here?" I don't know, Rose," John said with a playful petulance. "This isn't'The Egg Man,'. Back in the day she had dismissed his stares as the stares of a normal, horny young boy, but here he was, much later, still staring at her. If anything, he’d grown bolder.Since her concentration was broken, she used the opportunity to go for a cup of coffee, and get away from the concentrated and quite upsetting ... to a lady, nature of the work she was doing - mega rich, habitual womaniser East European man against a stunning, silicone enhanced, glamorous trophy wife, twenty years younger..