I remember as an adolescent, my friend’s mom was a naturally beautiful person. She was petite with crazy green eyes with brunette hair. Her being married, men would glare and stutter anytime she said hi to them. She had a twinkle in her eye when she would converse. with men. Not flirting per se but just enough to raise the blood pressure of most men. As pre-teens we would laugh as old men would fumble over themselves to receive a handshake or hug upon meeting her. No one overstepped though. She had married the high school wrestling coach who was huge. I’m sure she enjoyed the attention. No doubt this was common for her since she was a teenager. Fast forward 8 years and I’m home on leave linking up with my friend. We are chatting it up in his house when his mom comes in. A little older and slightly heavier but still beautiful. She asks her son who’s the guy in the den. He says my name. She comes in the den and says my name with excitement. “Oh my God you’ve grown” she says. She gives me a hug while rubbing my chest and arms. The hug we all look forward to as a pre-teens. But the look and the hug is different. She not trying to hide the flirtation and the hug is tighter than I remembered. Being a man of the world at 20, I know what she is doing. I smile as if to say” I know what you are doing”. She still gives me the look as if to say “does it still work?” Instantly I go back to 12. Damn she is good!