Home Random Page


CATEGORIES:

BiologyChemistryConstructionCultureEcologyEconomyElectronicsFinanceGeographyHistoryInformaticsLawMathematicsMechanicsMedicineOtherPedagogyPhilosophyPhysicsPolicyPsychologySociologySportTourism






Bob's POV

"Ok Mom, we're going bowling," I shouted to my Mom as Ray and I walked through my house. Suddenly my Mom appeared out of nowhere and stood right in front of the front door.

"So. This is your man," she said, glaring at Ray curiously. Ray's 'fro was completely hidden underneath the beanie. It was great so that my Mom wouldn't recognize his hair or anything and neither would the general public.

"Yes. Mom - Richard. Richard - Mom. Now you're all introduced, we're leaving," I spoke rolling my eyes. I fucking hated Ray's cover story. I did not want to be his life partner! I wanted to be Bob, the guy who gets laid by all the hot chicks in town.

"Now wait just one minute," my Mom said, halting us in our tracks. "That was no proper introduction. If you two are lovers, I should be entitled to at least talking to Richard," she spoke.

"Ok talk, but we have a bowling reservation Mom. We can't be late or we'll lose it," I explained.

"Ok, ok. Well, I just wanted Richard to know, that if he doesn't want to sleep in the tiny pool house with you, that he's more than welcome to come and stay in the house," Mom said.

"Mom, we're life partners. We have sex. You know, anal, blow jobs, the works. We ain't gonna be split up," I told her, not believing the words that came out of my mouth. Fucking Ray!

"Sure Mrs. B. I would love to spend a couple of nights in the main house. I'm sure Bob would join me. Maybe tomorrow night, we could have dinner in here with you," Ray suggested.

"Well Bob, I am very glad that Richard is such a nice young man. I'm sure he could teach you a lot of stuff on how to be much more respectful to your mother. Now since you have a reservation, I'll let you go," she spoke. I grunted in reply as Ray and I walked out of the house, me slamming the door shut behind us.

"How the fuck can she expect me to be nice to her when she's cramping my style?" I ranted.

"Hey, just calm down. At least our cover isn't blown," Ray pointed out. I sighed. He did have a point.

"Ok, lets find somewhere to get changed and then go bowling," I decided.


Date: 2015-02-28; view: 577


<== previous page | next page ==>
Gerard's POV | Frank's POV
doclecture.net - lectures - 2014-2024 year. Copyright infringement or personal data (0.007 sec.)