After a brief pause Mom said, “Anyway, thanks for making a special trip just to help out your old mother.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I said. “I’m glad I could help.”
Staring at the computer screen I laughed seeing that the link my aunt had sent was basically a website full of jokes about men, predominantly about men’s erectile issues.
“Interesting,” I teased.
“Oh stop it,” Mom said as she pinched my arm. “You know how silly your aunt can be.”
“Should I be reading anything into this?” I asked playfully.
“Uhh, no. And besides, that wouldn’t be any of your business anyway, would it?”
As soon as those words were out of her mouth there was a loud knock at the front door.
“Who in the heck could that be?” Mom said aloud as she rose from the sofa and began walking towards the front of the house. “I’ll be right back, sweetie.”
Once again I couldn’t help but watch her beautiful ass move from side to side as she walked away.
“Am I a pervert or what?” I asked myself.
As Mom moved closer to the entry way, I leaned forward in an effort to continue ogling her, but as she started to open the large wooden door my eyes were drawn up from her butt to try and get a glimpse of the person at the door. From my vantage point all I could see was what appeared to be a delivery man dressed in a brown shirt and matching shorts. Although I couldn’t hear what was being said, as Mom and the delivery guy started to talk I sat back and waited for her to return. You can imagine my surprise a few seconds later when Mom called out, “Rob…would you come in here please.”
“Uumm, sure,” I grumbled.
Just about the time I stood up I heard the front door shut and the unmistakable sound of a man’s voice coming from the other room.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
I had only taken a step or two before I saw Mom walking towards me. I could tell by the look on her face that something wasn’t right and was surprised when I saw the rather large man behind her.
“Is everything alright?” I questioned.
“Shut up and have a seat!” The man said sternly.
It was at that exact moment when I saw what appeared to be a large caliber pistol being aimed in my direction.
“Holy shit,” I said nervously as I raised my hands slightly.
“I believe I told you to shut up and take a seat!” He said.
Not wanting to provoke him, I did as I was told and sat down.
“You too,” he said as he nudged Mom towards the couch with his hand. “Have a seat.”
As Mom moved towards the couch I asked, “What do you want?”
“What the fuck do you think I want? I want your money. Now!”
I’ve been licensed to carry a concealed weapon for nearly ten years and under normal circumstances my 9mm semi-automatic pistol would have been hidden inside the waistband of my jeans. On this particular day though I had inadvertently left my Glock pistol in the saddlebag of my Harley!
“Okay. Okay.” I said as I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet.
Grabbing the wallet from my hand, the man grumbled when he realized I was carrying less than $40 cash.
“What about you?” He asked Mom. “Where’s your purse?”
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