He always dreamt of a small little patch, to call his own. A home set aside from others that had a little land that he could cultivate both beauty and nutrition. He loved biting into a home grown tomato or taking slices of same and placing them on his grilled hamburger. He was thinking about that when he saw her. She, a creature from one of the many sexy faces filling the magazine pages… she a creature unlike any other…

There was not something particular about her. Or perhaps, it was the mud smeared on one of her cheeks and the tight t-shirt that had other splatters of mud. His walk slowed as his eyes caught her reflection… She was working in her garden… cultivating things to grow with her tender loving. She had her red hair curled up in a sloppy bun and a straw hat covering her crown. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that at one time was white. She had on a pair of jean cut-offs that held her buttocks snuggly in their hands. She was sweating and the sweat pooled under her eyes before it fell down her mud streaked cheeks. It was raw beauty… it was her essence that showed glowing in the bristling sun. Her desire to suffer a little heat to make beauty grow.

She saw him and he said hello. The word sounded hollow and almost unreal. It fell from his lips and he was unable to grab it back, demanding from himself a word that was more real… a word that described his feelings and maybe reflected desires. She brought her dirty gloved hand to her face, and swiped away some of the moisture, leaving another dark streak. “Hello”, she responded. She smiled with her response and some how it made it more real… tangible… a feeling of happiness to meet him. He smiled back and asked if she had any ripe tomatoes. Then again, he caught himself… he was close to accepting defeat… defeat in trying to control his lame tongue… again, he sounded so unreal…

She smiled and laughed… “Tomatoes?”, she inquired… “Why yes, I have a few…” “The best thing is a slice of home grown tomato on a home grilled hamburger! Could I perhaps, interest you in one, that is that you bring the tomatoes?”

Again, she laughed… the emotion filling her face with warmth and light. She looked embarrassed and started to blush. “That is a very tempting offer… but it needs an ice cold beer – Coors is my preference.” “Then Coors it will be… say at 6pm at my house?” “But who are you and where do you live?” “I am your new neighbor. I live right here, next door… and my name is Scott.” “Well, then Scott… 6 it shall be… with a tomato in hand!”

She giggled and continued with her gardening. He stood for one more moment admiring her lines and her face. And then he turned and climbed back into his car. He had to pick up a few things, namely Coors! He hadn’t had an ice cold Coors for the longest time… actually, his mind reminded him it had been since Natalie. Natalie… what a name… He had been married to Natalie for over 5 years. The first few years were filled with ice cold Coors and hot loving. He loved screwing her. He enjoyed the feel of her body under his hands. The suppleness of her flesh and her hot wetness. They sometimes would rub a cold Coors can down her firm body, opening it and sharing its essence. He hadn’t had sex since that day… several months ago… more than 8 but less than 12. That day she divorced him taking with her his little patch… the patch he had called his own. He enjoyed growing his own vegetables and filling their life with their life!