<strong>George in entryway with Beth</strong><br/><br/>George couldn't believe his eyes.  Little Beth Haywood.  Only she definitely wasn't little anymore.  He hadn't seen her in..he didn't want to count the years.<br/><br/>"Beth!  My Lord, look at you all grown up.  What are you doing here?  Don't tell me, obviously you are the guest from Vicki's women's club.  How's your father doing?"  George had cut the lawn at the Haywood house when he was a teen.  Beth was just a little kid when he started, but he kept doing odd jobs around the place.  The Haywoods were well to do, that was one of the reasons George kept going back. George's family was barely middle class and he worked from as soon as he could get jobs just to have some money in his pocket.  The Haywoods could afford to have him do simple tasks.  They probably came up with some of them just to give him a little cash.  It had been years since George has last stopped over to the house.  Beth was a teenager, then, getting ready to head off to college.  But George had hardly noticed her, Vicki and he had recently married and he just needed some financial advice from an old friend.<br/><br/>George couldn't believe how beautiful Beth had turned out.  She aged well, adding just the right amount of flesh in precisely the right places.  Granted, his recollections of her were as a fairly flat-chested teen, still awkward in her own body.  Nothing about her seemed awkward now.