It was a lovely hot summer day and Delia Ketchum was in the front garden admiring her hard work. Weed free beds, blossoming flowers soaking up the water she had given them, bees and butterflies dancing to nature's tune.

"Hey Mrs. Ketchum, how are ya?"

She was surprised, shaken from her preoccupation. She saw Ash's friend Brock on the pavement, looking youthful and fresh in shorts. She smiled her automatic warm 'Mummy' smile.

"Brock! I'm doing well and you?"

He walked up to her and she sighed at the intrusion.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This weather is nice, isn't it? It seems like it's going to be a good summer."

He was all sunshine and beams and she felt old and grey. Then she realized that he was not supposed to be here at all.

"Brock, why aren't you with Ash in Unova?"

He wiped the sweat from his brow and chest.

Brock was one of Ash's best friends and had been Ash's longest companion in her son's quest to become a Pokemon Master. He had developed into a good looking youthful male. He was tall and slim, with wide shoulders, long muscular legs, powerful arms and a killer smile. She watched him, her eyes carrying from his flexing pecs, his firm even abdomen and the line of brown hair that eventually drew her stare to the waistband of his shorts. Her heart was thumping and she swallowed, attempting to moisten her parched mouth.

For some reason, middle-aged females found youthful males in their 20s to be extremely attractive, so very young and so very alluring. They made for lovely imaginations when they were restless at night but they were left feeling old and alone in the morning. She attempted to gulp down again and she was at once appalled and sickened that she was being so observant to the bodily features of a male who was young enough to be her son. It was disgusting to realize that she had finally become the female she used to laugh at, the same female who chased males her son's age. She shuddered with the terror of it and felt the burning flush of guilt creep across her face.

"Yeah, I want to become a Pokemon Doctor so I decided to remain in Kanto to study. There's this great medical institution in Pallet Town that I've started attending." He explained while flexing his arm and the muscle swelled admirably.

He was manly, free and easy and her knees were going weak. The youthful had no clue how they made the world feel.

On impulse she said, "Hey Brock, if you'd like, you're free to use my pool while you're here. There isn't anybody else using it."

Brock seemed delighted, "Thanks Mrs. Ketchum, that'd be awesome. You won't mind having me 'round here? 'Cos I can guarantee that I will use it most days."

She hesitated. Brock here, almost every day in his swimming trunks, doing lengths in her pool, the water running over his long firm body.

She stammered, "N..not an issue. You can come here whenever you'd like. Even if I'm not around, it's alright."

Brock nodded his head, "Thanks so much for that. I'll come back for sure. And you should tell me if there's anything I can do for you in return. Mow the lawns? Do any odd jobs? I'm skilled with my hands."

"Oh, good grief kid, please stop talking," she thought to herself, imagining just how skilled he could be with his big hands and long thick fingers.

"Well Brock thanks for the offer," She managed to utter, "If I think of something I'll tell you."

He smiled widely and leaned in near to her. She froze and caught her breath as his face came near to her. She could see the stubble on his face, the perspiration rolling down his neck and she could get a sniff of his insanely young salty skin. He kissed her on the face with hot tender lips, lingering a bit longer than normal and then backed away.

"I'll see ya then. Thanks Mrs. Ketchum, 'bye."

And he was gone, back onto the pavement, turning and waving at her as he walked down the street. She waved back, dizzy from the encounter. She thought she had to be menopausal.

To be continued...