Married. Kids. Busy. Always running.
Taking them to activities.
Meeting new people while there.
Uh-oh. There‘s trouble. Trouble if I have ever seen it.
He is so young. And so adorable.
Those blue eyes. Oh God, is he actually looking at ME?
Don’t look at him. Too late.
It’s over….after one glance. Immediately.
Already. It’s a foregone conclusion.
At some point….I’ll be in bed with this one.
What in the world has gotten into me?
I was never looking for this....
I’m old enough to be his...
Lover
Pandora's Box
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