Emily, Part Two

I'd only lived in my house a couple of years when I started the garden. I was twenty-five years old and was working crazy hours at my small business. Getting home around six-thirty in the evening left me little time to spend planting and weeding. But, the destressing and solitude that it offered were worth the late nights.This wasn't my first time tending to a vegetable garden. My grandfather and mother were both vegetable gardeners, and I helped them often as I grew up. I knew the basics of planting and caring for the different vegetables that we regularly grew. Working six days a week and twelve hours a day only left me with Sundays for daylight work. I'd rigged some lighting in the yard for doing the fencing work at night but eventually left that for Sundays. The noise level from pounding the stakes into the ground was just too much in the evening hours.Throughout the process, I had several neighbors commenting on my burgeoning garden and the work that went into creating it. One of those bahis siteleri was a mother of four that took her brood for a walk after dinner every evening. Diane always had a nice comment and regularly stopped at my fence so that her kids could see my Mickey and Minnie garden statues.It started off with her complimenting my gardening work. Over the following weeks, the conversation slowly became more personal. The latest night, she griped, "Tom never pays attention to me anymore. He's always ogling the babysitter when we get the rare night out. Clearly, I'm just not that attractive anymore.""That's baloney!" I blurted out, drawing the attention of her children. They quickly added to the conversation with, "I don't like baloney," and "Are we having baloney sandwiches for dessert?" along with, "Is baloney good with ice cream?" before Diane offered, "We better get going."As she started moving away, I moved in closer and whispered, "I think you are an alluring and sexy woman."Diane blushed canlı bahis siteleri as she led her hoard down the sidewalk to the corner. Just before she crossed the street, she yelled back, "Thank you!"We smiled at each other for a moment before she turned to lead the kids across the street. I stood there ogling her plump, firm ass as she worked her way down the next block. I don't know what brilliant bastard invented spandex, but I could kiss them whenever she walked by my yard.Diane was turning forty later this year but still had the body of a twenty-year-old. She had mentioned in passing that she ran every evening around nine-thirty to keep herself in shape. That was the only free time she had since only two of her four kids were in school.I was usually in for the night by then since I got up at five am. But, given the overt friendliness of our last conversation, I thought I might hang outside a little later tonight. If I was going to be out later, I figured that I should go in now canlı bahis to get cleaned up and get something to eat. I was finished at about nine, so I slipped on a t-shirt and shorts and headed outside.I didn't want it to be obvious that I was waiting for her. But I didn't want to be all dirty from digging in the garden either. So I opted to wash some pots in the greenhouse while I waited. To make sure that she knew I was out, I turned on the overhead light I'd strung last week. I had quite a few pots to clean and jumped right into it to keep my mind off Diane.When I finished all of the pots, I looked down at my phone for the time. It was nine-forty-five, and there'd been no sign of Diane. Figuring that she hadn't had time to run tonight, I finished up and turned off the light. I walked to the fence and looked up and down the street before turning toward the house.I stood there for a minute, admiring all that I'd accomplished in the garden over the last few weeks. Standing there patting myself on the back for all my hard work, I suddenly felt a slap on my ass. Spinning around in a flash, I found myself face to face with Diane. She promptly pulled me toward the side of the greenhouse, where it was pitch black.