**This story is true…up to the point of me getting discovered. That’s just fantasy…**
Mrs. Robinson was like a little sister to my mother. I wasn’t even sure how they’d first met, but she was always around when I was growing up. When I was in junior high she’d gotten married and bought a house just up the street from my family. Unfortunately, the guy had turned out to be a jackass and she’d caught him cheating on her–just after their first kid was born. She got to keep the house. And, of course, my mother felt it was her duty to offer the services of her teenage son to help out with the yard work.
The first time I went over I was just pissed off. As a kid about to finish high school I definitely felt there were better ways to spend my time. I hated my mom for volunteering me and I was just as mad at Mrs. Robinson for accepting the offer. Mostly i just mowed the lawn. But sometimes she had me to some handiwork around the house. “Man jobs” is what she called them. I knew it was her attempt to make me feel a little more grown up.