“The Older Woman”

When she stepped onto the bus for the first time it was like a new Ferrari driving onto a used car lot, all eyes were immediately focused on her. A high school girl, on a bus with elementary school boys. A hush fell over the bus because young boys quit breathing. She walked down the aisle to the back of the bus and little boys with missing teeth smiles and goofy haircuts turned as if their head were mounted on a swivel. After she passed they could smell her perfume which they knew immediately was better than the smells they usually smelled on the bus. Even a six year old can tell when an older woman has got it all going on. The bus moved forward, they turned their wide eyed dreamy looks back to the front of the bus. Then the silence was broke by a rather excited first grader with an astute observation, “Ohhhh Mr. Brandon, girls sure are pretty”. Not able to disagree with such sound logic I said, “They sure are.” “Mr. Brandon” he continued “is it fun to kiss a girl?” Looking at him in the mirror I said, “Not till you’re eighteen it’s not”. A smile formed on his pale, pudgy face and he said, “I don’t think I can wait that long”.