I walked down the hall and yelled to my mom as I headed for the back door, “I’m going Mom. Afterward, assuming that I’m still alive, I’m going to go see Tommy. He has a new video game. I should be home for dinner.”
Mom yelled back, “OK. I already told Nadia you will be coming over. She was pretty upset. I should tell you.”
I didn’t respond and closed the door behind me. I bounded down the stairs and headed across the backyard to Nadia’s house. I noted that her husband’s car was not in the driveway. I walked up her front steps and rang the doorbell. Several seconds later the door opened and Nadia was standing there with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a very sexy outfit consisting of a multi-colored, low cut tank top and a leather mini-skirt. She wore high-heels and she was tapping one toe on the hardwood floor. She had her hands on her hips and her face was screwed up in a scowl. ‘Mom was right, she is mad,’ I thought.
She didn’t say anything. She stepped aside and motioned for me to come in. I stepped in and waited for her to indicate where she wanted me to go. She walked past me into the living room. The floor layout was the mirror image of our house. All the houses in the neighborhood had been built a long time ago by the same contractor. Nadia showed me to a chair indicating that I should sit.
I was feeling a little intimidated with her demeanor. She still hadn’t said a word. I watched her fabulous body pace back and forth from one end of the living room to the other until she stopped in front of me and set her hands back on her hips and said, “Your mother told me what you did yesterday and I’m really pissed off about it. What the hell were you thinking? I demand an apology.”
I looked her directly in the eye and forced myself to smile. She had scared me a little when I first came in and my plan was starting to fall apart in my mind. I didn’t know if I had the nerve. Now she was beginning to piss me off with her attitude. After all, I hadn’t done anything. She and Mom had done wrong.
Nadia saw the smile on my face and started screaming at me, “How dare you think this is funny you little pervert.” I just smiled again and she really blew a stack. I listened to her screaming at me for a while and then I interrupted her.
First, I suggested that she take a seat and she turned around a couple times before she stepped back and sat down in a leather chair. When she was settled with her arms crossed over her chest just below her ample tits, I started, “First of all Nadia, I apologized to my mom because she is my mom. I’m not going to apologize to you.” She started in again with the intimidation and I raised my finger to my lips and shushed her. This raised her ire to a new level and I raised my finger to my lips again and shushed her. She was sputtering but she stopped.
I went on, “Second of all, you and Mom are the ones who are doing something wrong, not me. The fact that I walked in on your love making session is on you not me.” She lowered her fiery eyes and looked at her hands. “Third, my Mom doesn’t have the greatest relationship with my Dad and I suspect you don’t have the greatest relationship with your husband either.”