A trip to the mall becomes worth it when we see Sara in a small clothing store. On route to the food court, Tommy and I move in to talk to her. Turns out she wasn't alone. Her husband was upstairs. The poor bastard was getting his hair cut. Sara, 39, shared the same fantasy we had hoped she would, to fuck younger men. So while her husband was upstairs, we snuck back to Tommy's place and mowed some lawn of our own.