Layla Rose, a 68-year-old divorcee, mother and grandmother from Southern California, has a story to tell. "My grandson knew I was having problems with my lawn," she tells us, "and I needed someone to mow it and water my plants. So my grandson introduced me to his friend Robbie, who's a beautiful, cute little guy, and he came over one day." Robbie asks Ms. Rose what she needs done. She answers by telling him and running her hands over his body. "And maybe I'll bring you in later for a little R&R," she says. Anyway, the story: "I looked out the window and there he was, working his little heart out. He was working so hard, and sweat was dripping off of him. I had to go out and rescue him. "So I put my hands on his shoulders and said, 'Robbie, you're working way too hard. Why don't you come in the house and take a little break?" She invites him to lie down on her bed, and when she shows up with a drink, he's fast asleep.
