
Mrs. Fields
by Marie LeClare
Mrs. Fields entered the park and took a seat on her favorite park bench, facing the swings, setting down her knitting in her lap and her bag at her feet.
Christine really couldn’t understand how the young girls had given her that name, because she had never been married and was in fact a confirmed lesbian, but when she sat on the park bench all she could think about was how arousing the young girls looked on the swings.
When the new girl arrived at the swings, the other young girls kind of ignored her, and didn’t want to be friends, Christine noted, so after playing on the swings for awhile and after the other girls left the park the new girl walked over and plopped down on the grass in front of Christine.
“I know who you are” the girl said to Christine, “you’re Mrs. Fields, the lady with the cookies”.
Christine just smiled and said “You can call me Christine but who are you?” “I’m Angel. I just moved her with my Mom” the girl said.
“I noticed that the other girls don’t seem to care for you Angel. Is there a reason?” Christine asked with a smile as her eyes took in the beautiful mature figure before her, all the while wondering how old Angel was.
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