Mrs Wilkins1

When Billy’s best friend, Johnny Wilkins, invited him to stay at their summer house for eight weeks on the North Carolina shore, Billy immediately thought back to the summer he had spent with Johnny three years earlier. He had just turned twelve and had never had so much summer fun. To get two months with his best friend at the sea shore was almost too good to be true. Since the Wilkins house was on a small island where everybody knew everybody else, the boys were allowed to go roam freely. And because they both had bikes, the summer was one adventure after another. Billy was also glad to spend so much time with his idea of the perfect woman. An attractive, sparkling widow in her mid-thirties, Mrs. Wilkins was Billy’s favorite mom. She was warm and nurturing and sexy all at once. He often daydreamed he was an orphan and that she had adopted him.