Mrs Preston
I watched them move in: her husband would help the movers carry stuff in while she would just stand and watch. A few times, when the husband had disappeared into the house, I saw her slip into the back of the moving van and run her hand over one of the movers’ biceps and chest. She had on a low-cut top with skimpy shorts. One of them, the one in charge, must have been in his mid 20’s; the other guy, his helper, was in his late teens about my age. She let the younger mover put his hand...