The next morning I noticed Mama was again wearing nylons while she made breakfast. Again that seemed very curious, but I didn't ask about them this time.

Early that afternoon I was mowing the lawn, shirtless, as it was hot as fuck outside, when Lacy pulled up... driving a Porsche... crazy!

Lacy got out and sauntered over to me wearing (in her case typical) five-inch red heels, "Andre," she said, coming and giving me a big hug as if she were my mother, and not just a neighbour.

"Hi, Mrs. Cheung," I greeted, admiring her body and then enjoying her surprising (and atypical) embrace.

"It's Lacy," she corrected.

"Sorry, Lacy,"...