A trip to the mall becomes very worth it when we see Sara in a small clothing store. On route to the food fair, Tommy and I move in to talk to her. Turns out she had company, a husband, upstairs. The poor bastard was getting his hair cut. Sara, 39, shared the same fantasy we had hoped she would, to sleep with younger men. So, while her husband was upstairs, we snuck back to Tommy’s place and mowed some lawn of our own...