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Tempting Trinity
(Tony Slade)

Smothering her saggy little boobs with her forearm and covering her neatly trimmed mound with a slim hand Trinity attempted to dart across the patio and disappear indoors before Joe turned the corner. It was going to be impossible because she knew he had to travel two paces whereas she would have to cover at least twenty.

Dammit! She thought as his shadow fell across the paving before she had even taken a single step, well, sorry Joe but you're gonna get a shock.

But it was Trinity that felt shocked as a stranger turned the corner of the house and stopped dead in his tracks as she lurched a single pace, stumbled, then tripped forward onto her hands and knees.

Pain flared as pressed concrete scraped her skin before jolting the breath from her body, and for a moment Trinity froze, fighting the urge to swear and cry. It hurt like hell, and to make matters worse she was posing on all fours, completely naked as a stranger rushed to her side. Laying a hand on her shoulder he crouched down on one knee. "Are you okay Mrs Sweeney?" he asked with concern. "Sorry if I shocked you."

Mrs Sweeney? How does he know my name? Trinity tried to stand but pain flared in the knee that had landed most heavily.

"Who are you?" she gasped weakly. It seemed a crazy thing to be asking when really she should have been insisting that he turn his back while she crawled back into the house to attempt a partial rescue of her modesty.

"I'm Alan," he replied, "Joe's grandson, I'm here because he's not well."

Joe's grandson! Everything began to fall into place. That explains why he was clipping so fast, and the car engine starting must have been Joe leaving. She knew about Alan because Joe spoke of him often, but as far as Trinity was concerned the younger man was supposed to be in college. And that makes me an older woman she reasoned, could I even be classed as a MILF now... I am a mother? 

At twenty five she wasn't exactly ancient, but she might appear so to a young man of only nineteen.

"Can you stand?" he asked, his tone serious.

Trinity nodded, then winced as pain raced through her damaged knee again with such intensity that it formed a sheen of sweat across her brow.

"I don't think I can stand," she mumbled, all the time wondering if she should ask for his help or tell him to leave so that she could slowly crawl the twenty paces that suddenly looked more like two hundred. "Sorry to ask, but please will you help me get up."

In her mind it was the lesser of two evils, obviously by standing she would be more exposed to him and she would be relying on him to hold her tight, after all he could hardly help her back to her feet at arm's length. Her other option was to crawl, but considering her knee flared even when she looked at it, then the chances were high that she could be outside attempting to crawl for a very long time.

"Of course I can help." he replied softly and stood quickly offering his hand. 

"I think I might need a little more than just a hand," she groaned as once again pain shot up her leg as she attempted to move. "I think my knee is pretty much shot."

Alan stepped back and studied her for a moment but despite his gaze Trinity felt sure he was concentrating more on the situation than her nudity.