Cougars on the Prowl: Volume 2

By Bad Penny Press

"Primrose Lane" A young man bicycles past the same house daily, wishing for the day he would be invited in.

"Feeling Like a Winner" What kind of tip might a lovely older woman offer the kid at the cash register when she hits a modest lottery prize?

"Setting an Example" If the daughter won't satisfy the son-in-law, maybe the mom needs to explain what hot sex is really all about.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bad Penny Press
• Release date: Jul 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465847447

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Cougars on the Prowl, Volume 2

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Primrose Lane

I enjoy my mid-morning bike rides; fresh air, not too warm, and little to no traffic. Having a night job means that the mornings and early afternoons are my me time, and getting out of the apartment and away from phones and door-to-door salespeople while getting some exercise makes for a much more pleasant day and evening.

My route takes me through some of the nicer homes in the area. It's not an area of rental homes, but more in the area were older folks and professionals possess homes that show pride of ownership. Lawns are well groomed, usually tended to by professional gardeners and lawn care people. The few cars that sit in the driveways instead of being parked away in their garages tend to be expensive models striven by professionals or other well-heeled individuals. Sometimes it's almost like nobody lives in this neighborhood since you never see anybody standing outside their homes.

The houses along Primrose Lane are the largest and most exclusive homes in the area. They are well-spaced from each other, separated from their neighbors not by fences but by large hedges that are trimmed and square and offer a certain amount of seclusion for each home. Lawns stay green and gardens stay lush thanks to regular waterings from sprinkler systems carefully placed and electronically scheduled to do the work for the homeowners who can instead focus their attentions on less mundane tasks. Except for one house along my path.

The house on the corner of Primrose and the aptly named Garden Street features a yard just as green and lush as its neighboring homes, but not from dozens of sprinklers set on timers. Every morning that I would pass by that particular house on my bike I would see a very attractive blonde woman standing casually in the yard and watering the lawn and gardens with a hose.

Judging by the homes in the area and the way that she carried herself I would have to assume that she was probably in her late 40s, close to my own mother's age, but she certainly didn't look it. She had a pretty face and a bright smile framed by full lips. She had a head full of wavy blond hair that hung down