Beads of perspiration coat Mrs. Hamilton's face and cleavage, dotting her skin like dewdrops on the flower petals in her garden. A young man, who happens to attend the same high school as her step-daughter, is offering to spend the next few months working in her yard. She grips the phone receiver as they discuss irrigation, spraying, fertilization, tools, bulbs, and blossoms. "Your backyard will feel like paradise." he promises. Mrs. Hamilton lubricates a finger and sticks it up her ass. "Keep talking." she says. He assures her that he has excellent equipment and lots of experience, a magic... Show more