Flipping hamburgers began to pay off in some unexpected ways for Tim, who had grown into a handsome young man with wavy brown hair. In the winter of 1985 he began flirting with a woman he’d met at the restaurant. She was married, and at least ten years his senior—but her husband worked nights, she told him, and their flirtations soon heated up. One night after Tim finished work, they started fooling around, and Tim finally worked up the nerve to invite her over to his house.
“My dad goes to work at ten-thirty,” he told the woman. Invitation accepted.
Inside the Campbell Boulevard house, Tim offered a confession. “I don’t know what to do,” he admitted.
“Well, first turn on some music,” she said. She relished the job of teacher.
They whipped off their clothes and climbed into his bed. She climbed on top of him and showed him exactly what to do. “I love to fuck!” she said—words Tim never forgot.
“I’m on the pill,” she told him later, as they lay together.
She complimented him on his endurance, which caused Tim to suspect that her husband must be an older man. That was all right with Tim: he would play the young buck.
