Twice Her Age by Abby Wood

“I took a break from college to figure out what I wanted to do, and found out I really enjoy working with the children.” She nodded. “I plan on going back and getting my teaching certificate next summer.”

    “That’s wonderful. I bet those little ones keep you smiling,” Sharon said.

    “Oh, they do. You never know what will pop out of their mouths.”

    Sharon laid her hand on Debbie’s arm. “Don’t I know it. My youngest grandkids are three and five. They keep Stan and me in stitches with the tales they spin.”

    A hand landed on Debbie’s back, and Mick stepped up beside her. “Miss me?”

    “Always.” She leaned over and hugged him.

    “Here’s a picture of the grandbabies.” Sharon handed her purse to Stan and held up her wallet.

    “Oh, what beautiful kids.” Debbie smiled. “You are certainly blessed.”

    “Sharon, Stan, it was good to see you as always.” Mick kissed Sharon’s cheek. “We’re going to head on out.”

    Debbie smiled her good-byes and followed Mick out of the house. “That was fun.”

    Mick gazed over and raised his eyebrows. “You’ve surprised me.”

    “Why?” She raised her brows. “Dude, did you think I was too young to join in on a mature conversation? Seriously?” She shook her head. “At least your friends are more accepting of our relationship. Wish I could say the same for my friends. It’d be nice if they liked you, but they don’t even give you a chance.”

    He snorted, pulled her to his side, and kissed the top of her head. “You are one groovy chick.”

    Debbie snorted. “That’s so last century.” She pulled Mick to a stop outside the car. “Can I drive this beast?”

    Mick handed over the keys. “Don’t kill us.”

    She ran around to the driver’s side, popped the locks, and cranked the engine. Mick sat down and buckled up. She tapped the gas pedal. “I want to take you somewhere. You game?”

Chapter Eight

     

    The sky crackled, and more rain fell down on top of Debbie and Mick. She ran barefoot across the wet grass in the park, pulling Mick behind her with one hand and holding her heels in the other.

    “What exactly are we doing out here getting soaked and ruining our clothes?” Mick asked.

    “You’ll find out.” She peered over her shoulder and snorted. “You should see yourself. I think your suit is ruined.”

    “You think?” He tugged at her hand. “We’re already wet. We might as well walk.”

    She adjusted her grip on his hand. “It’s right up there.” She pointed. “My dad used to bring me here years ago when I thought I wanted to be a famous singer.”

    “It looks like the rest of the park.” He shook his head, sending raindrops flying.

    “That’s what they want you to think. They are evil that way.” She stopped, gazed off in the distance, and then pulled Mick over a little. “Stand right there.” She squeezed his arm. “There. Perfect. Don’t move.”

    She skipped a few yards away. “Okay, now sing.”

    “What?” He chuckled.

    “You need to sing. You’ll see what happens. It’s way cool… Just do it.” She nodded.

    “I don’t sing.” He crossed his arms. “Ever.”

    “Stop being a wuss .” She planted her fists on her hips. “Sing ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’”

    He glared, and the corner of his lip came up in a snarl. “No.”

    Stomping the ground, she let out a big sigh. “I guess I’ll have to resort to drastic measures.” She leaned over and pulled the hem of her short black evening dress over her head. “Will you do it now?”

    Mick cocked his eyebrow in challenge.

    Debbie unclasped the front of her bra and tossed it on top of her dress. She fought the wet material of her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Now?”

    Mick scoffed and faked a yawn.

    “Fine. What can I do to make you sing?” She wrapped her arms around her breasts and shivered. “Hurry and make up your mind. I’m freezing.”

    “Crawl.”

    “On the ground?”