Last weekend, my neighbor Hannah and I were hanging out on a warm afternoon, watching college basketball and drinking beer while she painted her nails. She lamented that sandals and bikini season was coming and she would like to do her toes, but she was not good at it, and did not want to spend the money for a pedicure. I laughed and told her my ex-wife felt the same way, and somehow she always talked me into doing it for her.
As you might imagine, Hannah’s pleading eyes and bright smile worked, and before I knew it she had spacers between her toes and was handing me a jar of nail polish.
Since it was hot, we were both wearing shorts; I had on a t-shirt, and she had on a tank top that displayed her perky breasts perfectly. Her shorts were loose-fitting running shorts, and as I started to paint the first toe, she shifted a bit, and unless my eyes played a trick on me, she was not wearing any undies. I took a minute to clear my head and focus on the task at hand, and it happened again. I could not believe it, but sure enough, she was flashing me, and I was getting flustered, because Hannah had the gymnast body of her youth, olive colored skin, warm brown eyes, and smile that can melt your heart.