''Wow, she's still a looker'' is all I could think as I admired the older latina.

Ruth Puerto had been a dime since the day I saw her, which is when I visited the house of my friend Victor for the first time back in High School.

Yes, Ruth is my pal's mother. Me and a lot of Vic's other friends had a crush on her and how could we not. Ruth's legs seemed to go on forever, a small but perky bust, luscious, long dark hair, a yummy olive complexion and like a classic latina, an ass that wouldn't quit. You could have bounced a nickel of that thing and it would have hit the freaking roof.

And here we were 11 years later, me as an overworked electrician who put on a few pounds while she aged like wine. The wrinkles around her face just gave her an alluring mature vibe, her dedication to fitness kept her nice and tight despite not being too far from 50 and the demure,housewife vibe she gave off was intoxicating.

''Dan?'' she said, obviously catching me lost in my own thoughts.

''Yeah, Ms Ruth?'' I replied, a bit embarrassed.

''I asked if you think maybe the other outlets might need to be checked. ''

''I can check them if you want to but this one was almost certainly damaged because somebody shoved something in that they shouldn't have.'' I said, not caring either way as I charge by the hour and it would just take me less than 10 minutes anyway.

''If you could please, both bedrooms are open and the outlets are easy to see.'' She cheerfully replied.

''Let me get you some snacks and something to drink while you do your thing.'' she added.

''That'd be great, let me get right on it.'' I replied

''Oh and Dan...''

''Yeah?''

''It's Mrs. Campbell'' she said playfully as she went into the kitchen.

That brought me back down to Earth. Mrs. Campbell, as in the wife of Brock Campbell. My and Vic's old High School Bully.

Yes, my friend's mother married her son's former tormentor. It was as surreal then as it is now.

For years Brock taunted Vic about how hot his mom was and how he wanted to make her his ''spicy latina whore.'' Usually before or after he physically bullied him. Yeah, it wasn't fun.

But it got so much worse when out of the blue he shared pictures and videos of him and Ruth in let's say compromising positions. Pictures and videos a lot of our classmates saw.

Nobody could make sense out of it. Ruth was separated from her husband and I assume had no shortage of would be suitors but she settled for shagging a High Schooler.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of disgust and morbid curiosity when I entered the infamous couple's bedroom and checked the outlets. I just looked at the bed and imagined the endless times Brock had his way with her.

The fact that the next bedroom belonged to their 8 year old further cemented the fact that their union wasn't some middle-aged divorced woman acting out. She was devoted to him.

I never stopped hating Brock and the only reason I even agreed to come was because Ruth, not him, called and I just had to see how they were doing. It's been 11 years since they became a thing and it seemed they were going as strong as ever judging by the photos around the house.

...Plus fixing outlets was easy money.

You'd think by now Brock would move on to a younger woman but even with the 18 year age difference between them it was Ruth that looked like she was settling. She was still a hottie while one could tell Brock paid little attention to what he ate or how he looked.

''Lucky asshole'' I murmured to myself as I looked at their living room picture. Which was them kissing with the Eiffel tower behind them. Looked like it was taken a few years after High School. They no doubt paid for the trip with the alimony checks Tim's dad was forced to send.

Imagine half of your salary going to your wife so she can spend it on her new boy toy.

I was equal parts disgusted and jealous.

''All done Dan?'' Ruth asked as she sat on the dinner table with two glasses of lemonade and a few appetizing looking snacks already placed.

''Yep, its like I figured, the only one out of place was the one in your kitchen.'' I said as I accepted the unspoken invitation to sit down and chat with her while enjoying the treats.

''I'm sure that’s Casey’s doing, ese muchacho, me and Brock are going to have to give him a serious talk about not playing with outlets. Who knows how he damaged it.'' she said while taking a sip of her lemonade.

''Yeah, and how is ol' Brock by the way?'' I asked

''Staying busy, he is doing fantastic at his job. He just seems to have a natural knack for sales. I guess that's just because he's such a people person.'' the beautiful brunette answered with affection in her voice.

That's not the Brock I remembered.

''That's great, I guess you guys are living the dream'' I replied, only half-way sarcastically. This woman hurt my friend so deeply that to this day he hasn't recovered but it's been so long, there's no point in being judgemental or calling her out.

I keep up the polite small talk for a while longer as Ruth talks to me more about Brock, their boy and their happy family life. She doesn't ask about Vic and I don't bother mentioning him.

My curiosity is satiated, Ruth might be full of warmth and very easy on the eyes, but she obviously just has some screws loose and/or is an ice cold bitch. Not anything else to it than that, time to go.

''Well, Mrs. Campbell it's been fun catching up but I have to go.'' I say as I get up.

She stays seated

''I know this is wrong Daniel.'' she says out of the blue with no warmth in her voice.

''I'm sorry?'' I reply in confusion.

''Me and Brock, that vulgar, demeaning, horrible man'' she answered through clenched teeth, as if it's a struggle to get the words out.

''But if you know...''

''No, just let me talk, it takes a lot to...to..push..through.. the fog.'' she said before I could finish my sentence.

I stay quiet and let her continue.

''The things...he's done, made me do...and then showing it to Victor. Please, please just nod if Victor is ok. Is...he..happy?''

I shake my head. I, better than most, know that Victor is far from happy or ok.

''Oh...my poor baby.'' she says with sadness in her voice and face.

''I mean knowing your mom married and had a kid with your High school bully takes a little longer to make peace with ya know?'' I say, not being able to keep my words to myself.

''I never wanted this...Brock, he did...something to me. I was just cleaning the house...my old house and he showed up.'' the slim latina said, still struggling to get certain words out.

''And?'' I said, wondering where the hell this conversation was going.

The living door suddenly slammed open.

''Hey mamacita, are you around?!''

Brock was here and the sound of his voice seemed to have affected Ruth in some way as she suddenly turned back into the bubbly, demure housewife she was a few minutes ago.

It was a quarter of a second but I could swear something weird happened to her pupils after hearing Brock's voice.

''I'm here papi!'' she said as she stood up to greet him with a sloppy kiss that I decided to not fully witness by looking the other way.

Which couldn't keep me from hearing how Brock slapped her behind while they were in the middle of their passionate lip locking.

''Nice to see ya Brock'' I say, still not looking at them and hoping that will put a pause on their make out session.

''Dan? Hey man, how you've been'' he says and I only turn around when I no longer hear gross noises.

Brock offers a fist bump and out of civility I return it. It's better than a hand shake at least

''Eh, working hard and making my landlord rich'' I say, hoping he won't take this as an invitation to keep talking.

''I hear ya, man, I hear ya. Well, it's nice to see ya. I'd love to chat but I came to pick something up .Babe can you come help me find my tablet, it's somewhere in the bedroom.'' he said, obviously just as eager as me to end our little reunion.

I recognized this move. Insecure husbands won't trust their wife to be alone with any man, not even one just coming to fix something in the house so they make excuses to be around when the handyman comes. Brock's timing is off because I came early.

''Sure, Dan was pretty much finished anyway'' Ruth said, which was my sign to leave.

We give each other quick goodbyes and as I walk out I take in the image of the bizarre duo.

Brock with a smug smile and a firm hold on Ruth's tiny waist while Ruth has a bright smile on her face.

''I hope they burn hell'' I murmured to myself as I finally left their house.

What they did to Vic, Vic's dad and their whole family was unforgivable. I still can’t forget having to hear that idiot Brock talk about his sexy milf he plows every night in the final months of our senior year.

Still, what the hell was Ruth talking about before that idiot arrived. A desperate attempt at looking sympathetic and trying to weasel out information about Vic?

Yeah, that was probably it.

Right?