"SHHH!" I hissed. "The baby's asleep! You have to whisper."
He started whispering, clearly embarrassed about the tirade of doing so.
"I'm here to talk to you about oil drilling in New Zealand," he said- slightly above a whisper.
"Whisper!" I said again somewhat teasing him. He blushed.
"And by the way, I don't have any money" I added.
"We don't want any money now" he said, finally whispering, "Could we talk outside?"
"Sure," I said, stepping onto the porch and carefully clicking the door closed behind me.
As I stepped outside I realised how tall he was. Maybe he was older than 25 after all. He was tall and thin in that way young men are, but athletic.
"Can I stop whispering now?" He smiled. I liked the way he asked me. Like I was in charge of him. I wondered all of a sudden what else I could make him do.
"I suppose" I said smiling back at him "but talk quietly."
"So you remember the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico?" He asked.
"I do," I said.
"Good, well if the intended drilling goes ahead that could happen here and destroy marine life, like penguins. Do you like penguins?" He asked jovially.
"I love penguins," I responded, a dead pan expression on my face.
His face burst into a grin, laughing. His smile lit up his beautiful eyes and sent a little shock wave to my groin.
"They're cute," I said "like you," I added. This took him by surprise, he instantly blushed. It made me want him more. It was something about his innocence. I wanted to dirty him up.
"So how can I help the penguins?" I asked getting back on track.
"Well you can join our Facebook page and support the cause, or you can donate financially, he babbled nervously.
"I have no money, we're on one income."
"We?" He asked.
"Yeah my husband works, I'm at home with the kids, all three of them" I said.
"You don't look like you've had three kids" He said, complimenting me.
"Oh Really? I asked "Well you haven't seen me naked yet."
He laughed out loud. He thought I was joking. I wasn't.
"So..." I said, "What can I do to save the penguins instead of giving you money?"
"Ah, well you could give me your number" he said flustered,
"I mean, I mean for the petition! Against the drilling!"
"Oh sure it is!" I joked. He fumbled in his bag and out came a special Greenpeace ipad. He prodded at the screen nervously. A smile trickled slowly across his face, then he spoke.
"So does your husband know that you flirt shamelessly with young men when your kids are inside?" He asked. Perhaps he had finally figured out that I wanted nothing more than to take him inside and have my way with him.
"Well there are a lot of things I don't tell my husband" I said eyeing him coyly.
"It's fun to have secrets. Gives us something to talk about when we're old"
He looked down at the ipad, still thumping away at it with those strong young fingers of his, the cheeky little smile still perched on his face. He was thinking naughty thoughts. I could tell. So I went on.
"Oh and my kids aren't inside. The other two are at school. It's just me and the sleeping baby."
He looked up at me, studying me for a moment. He was unsure. Then his cheeky smile broadened into a large wicked grin.
"Should we continue this inside then?"
In the living room I was on my knees. I undid his belt, his pants dropped down around his ankles and I smiled with delight.
"So why don't you tell me some more about those penguins" I said.
"Oh and don't stop, or I'll stop" I teased.
"And remember to whisper."