Nancy grabbed him from behind and wrapped her arms around his body pinning them to his sides. "Afraid so, I'm a man of my word." Mark said sarcastically. You're still going to tell her?" Nancy asked slowly. "Unpleasant, they were cat calling me when I got out of the car so I just left." Mark met her in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. "So I'll see you in a little bit." Nancy left the room.įifteen minutes later Nancy returned. Mark then did the one thing that would always drive his older sister nuts before she went to college, he turned around and ignored her. "Nobody is nice to the under class, what else is new. "Uh, you don't so much as smile at me in the halls at school, whatever I owe has been paid." "Why you little rat, we've been friends for what 10 years and I've covered your ass more than a few times." "I'll have to tell her you left." Mark smiled. "What?" Nancy turned, her light hearted tone disappearing in an instant. "Ok, but I'll have to tell her." Mark said. "Uh, but your Mom said she didn't want you to be there while the workers were there." "I've got to run home and get a book I left there." Nancy walked into his room looking around. "Sure, let me know if you need anything." Mark said walking slowly upstairs desperately trying to think of a reason to stay in the same room.Īs it turned out Mark got lucky and she came upstairs. "I'll just grab the couch," Nancy said walking into the living room and turning on the television. Despite her being a year older a growth spurt put Mark at near her height though she could likely best him in any sport, including wrestling. "Oh, I see." Mark nodded quite pleased to see her wearing the sexy outfit even if it was mostly covered. "Mom didn't want me to go to the house wearing my practice unitard so I have it on underneath." Mark cocked his head at an odd angle while holding the door open for her to enter. She was oddly dressed, her legs were covered in shiny black spandex as were her arms and over this she wore a pair of jean shorts and a white T-shirt. "It's a big house, I'm sure you'll stay out of each other's way." With that, Sharon and Teresa left the house.įifteen minutes later the door bell rang. This of course meant she knew exactly what he was thinking. He played it cool though, "Sure, no problem." She was a sophomore in high school and as a freshman way out of Mark's league. She also refused to date anyone, saying she was too busy with school and gymnastics to spend time with boys. This was excellent news, Teresa's daughter Nancy was a gorgeous red-head that made every boy's burgeoning libido burst whenever she walked by. She's old enough to take care of herself but I don't trust all those filthy workmen in our house right now. "I hope it's ok, but our house is being renovated for the next couple of weeks and Nancy needs a quiet place to study. "Teresa and I are going shopping and maybe a manicure if we have time." "You're all dressed up, what's going on?" "Oh, son, I'm so glad you got home on time." They both stood up from the table when Mark entered the kitchen for a drink of water. Sharon's outfit was mostly shades of red, whereas Teresa loved green. They were both dressed in very nice clothes, skirts and heels. The only difference was that his Mom was "blond", (that's what she told everybody), and Teresa was a red-head. Teresa and Mark's Mom (her name was Sharon) were the same age, the same build, and had the same length of hair. He came home loaded down with books to find his Mom and her best friend in the whole world, Teresa, sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. Mark was a typical high school male, a T-shirt and jeans kind of kid who counted his day blessed if he managed to follow one of the sexy high school cheerleaders up the stairs. We discover by accident or by growing awareness that Mom is more than just a chauffeur and cook, she's also a woman.įor Mark, a 15 year old kid with a scrawny body and unkempt hair, it happened quite differently, most would say oddly. For some kids it happens when they first realize the jar of lotion in the nightstand is not for her hands, or perhaps that the short cylindrical object does not really ease Mom's tired shoulders. There comes a time in all kids lives when they realize that Mom is not just the person that makes dinner and cleans house.
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