Mrs. Robinson_(0)
Mrs. Robinson and the Graduates “Shit! I don’t believe it! That’s Mrs. Robinson!” Greg gasped as we turned the corner on our way home from the gym were we both worked. “Mrs. Robinson; like in the movie?” I asked. “Not really. I told you about Karen, didn’t I?” he continued, “this is her mum,” as we walked towards a middle aged, tartly dressed, bottle blonde, woman who was just the right side of being fat. “Oh! Karen!” I grinned as stories of Greg’s teenage sexual conquests shot through my mind. “Mrs. Robinson?” Greg asked as he got nearer the woman. She turned, rather unsteadily on her high heals, and squinted into the sun as her eyes slowly focussed on Greg’s huge frame. “Greg; Greg Murray? I used to date your daughter…Karen.” He whispered, suddenly unsure …