was saying. She went on and on about Shannon and Melissa, the mother of the bride, and how much more beautiful she was than those ladies.
Appearance was her main concern these days.
“Did you see what Melissa was wearing? I completely out dressed her. The mother of the groom is not supposed to outdo the mother of the bride. Ridiculous!” She said with a satisfied grin on her face.
I was lost. My mind was swimming.
At that moment, our youngest child 15-year-old Mitchell, came bounding into the room. He knows just the right buttons to push to get his mother upset and all worked up. I enjoyed watching the free spirit of this one. He reminds me of myself.
“Slow down Mitchell,” Maria said holding onto her seat as if his movements were so extreme they were threatening to throw her off.
He completely ignored her nearly leaping around the room, opening up the refrigerator and pulling out tons of food.
“Mitchell, we have food right here for you at the breakfast table.” She said waving her hand across the spread.
Mitchell once again ignored her and popped a breakfast pastry into the toaster.
“ Dio mio! Mitchell, please sit down and eat breakfast!” She exclaimed.
Mitchell was right on track with pushing her buttons. His mother’s face was getting red from frustration.
I had to intervene.
“Mitchell,” I said with an air of authority and humor.
“Have a seat please.”
Mitchell grabbed his pastry, plopped it on a plate and sat down at the table. Maria shot me a look. I knew exactly what she wanted to say. ‘Why does he always listen to you?’
I smiled and looked over at my son devouring the pastry as if his mother and I do not feed him.
I toke a sip of orange juice.
“Mitchell, slow down.”
“No time, Dad. I have to meet Johnny at Dave’s house. We’re gonna go skateboarding.”
“On a Sunday? I do not think so. This is your time to do your homework and study.” Maria replied beginning to clear some of the food from the table.
Mitchell looked at me with fear written all over his face. His eyes were asking me to do something.
“Maria, shouldn't you be leaving? You are going to be late.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Oh dear, you are right.”
She drops the dishes in the sink for Margaret and exits the kitchen.
I look over at Mitchell and he’s still looking at me. His wide eyes are asking me to reverse his mother’s verdict.
“Alright, you can go.” I said.
He smiled and jumped up from the table.
“But…”
He stopped and turned staring at me.
“You have to make sure that I do not get any complaints from teachers that you are not doing your homework-ever!”
He smiled and ran from the kitchen.
I looked around and I was alone. The kitchen was a mess, but Margaret will clean it. I looked around and my eyes traveled back to the center of the table and back to the roses.
They were staring back at me.
***
Later that day, I found myself pacing my office like a caged animal.
Thinking of her again.
Maria and Mitchell were still out and I couldn’t find anything that could distract me from thoughts of her. I obsessively studied every inch of her that night. The way she walked, the curves on her body, the sensuous way she licked those soft and supple lips, the rise and fall of her breast and her sexy voice as she called out my name over and over.
I was losing it. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I got myself so worked up; I needed a release. I needed her right now and had no idea how to get her. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was. I didn’t ask for her number. I didn’t know how I could get it especially since I couldn’t remember her last name.
I knew she was friends with Junior, but he never brought her around. If I asked him, I knew he would get suspicious.
I stopped
Appearance was her main concern these days.
“Did you see what Melissa was wearing? I completely out dressed her. The mother of the groom is not supposed to outdo the mother of the bride. Ridiculous!” She said with a satisfied grin on her face.
I was lost. My mind was swimming.
At that moment, our youngest child 15-year-old Mitchell, came bounding into the room. He knows just the right buttons to push to get his mother upset and all worked up. I enjoyed watching the free spirit of this one. He reminds me of myself.
“Slow down Mitchell,” Maria said holding onto her seat as if his movements were so extreme they were threatening to throw her off.
He completely ignored her nearly leaping around the room, opening up the refrigerator and pulling out tons of food.
“Mitchell, we have food right here for you at the breakfast table.” She said waving her hand across the spread.
Mitchell once again ignored her and popped a breakfast pastry into the toaster.
“ Dio mio! Mitchell, please sit down and eat breakfast!” She exclaimed.
Mitchell was right on track with pushing her buttons. His mother’s face was getting red from frustration.
I had to intervene.
“Mitchell,” I said with an air of authority and humor.
“Have a seat please.”
Mitchell grabbed his pastry, plopped it on a plate and sat down at the table. Maria shot me a look. I knew exactly what she wanted to say. ‘Why does he always listen to you?’
I smiled and looked over at my son devouring the pastry as if his mother and I do not feed him.
I toke a sip of orange juice.
“Mitchell, slow down.”
“No time, Dad. I have to meet Johnny at Dave’s house. We’re gonna go skateboarding.”
“On a Sunday? I do not think so. This is your time to do your homework and study.” Maria replied beginning to clear some of the food from the table.
Mitchell looked at me with fear written all over his face. His eyes were asking me to do something.
“Maria, shouldn't you be leaving? You are going to be late.”
She glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Oh dear, you are right.”
She drops the dishes in the sink for Margaret and exits the kitchen.
I look over at Mitchell and he’s still looking at me. His wide eyes are asking me to reverse his mother’s verdict.
“Alright, you can go.” I said.
He smiled and jumped up from the table.
“But…”
He stopped and turned staring at me.
“You have to make sure that I do not get any complaints from teachers that you are not doing your homework-ever!”
He smiled and ran from the kitchen.
I looked around and I was alone. The kitchen was a mess, but Margaret will clean it. I looked around and my eyes traveled back to the center of the table and back to the roses.
They were staring back at me.
***
Later that day, I found myself pacing my office like a caged animal.
Thinking of her again.
Maria and Mitchell were still out and I couldn’t find anything that could distract me from thoughts of her. I obsessively studied every inch of her that night. The way she walked, the curves on her body, the sensuous way she licked those soft and supple lips, the rise and fall of her breast and her sexy voice as she called out my name over and over.
I was losing it. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I got myself so worked up; I needed a release. I needed her right now and had no idea how to get her. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was. I didn’t ask for her number. I didn’t know how I could get it especially since I couldn’t remember her last name.
I knew she was friends with Junior, but he never brought her around. If I asked him, I knew he would get suspicious.
I stopped
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