Jamie & Mrs. Gray
I’d been renting a room from Mrs. Gray for almost 4 months. She was an older lady, a divorcee who looked similar to my mother in many ways. They were both tall, almost a full head taller than I stood. They were both sturdily built with broad shoulders, big boobs, wide hips, and thick thighs. And like my mother, they were both kind, but strict at the same time and could become firm if the need arose. Affectionate is not a word I’d choose to describe either of them. Even more, Mrs. Gray never liked to repeat herself or be