Billy was still fuming when the bus stopped in front of his house. He picked
up his book bag and got to his feet, but his mood was crappy and he yanked
on the straps too hard. Perhaps it was that he was still occasionally surprised
by his own strength since he reached puberty, perhaps it was just that he was
simmering and pulled too hard, either way the result was the same, the strap
broke and the book bag fell onto the aisle floor. Naturally, the flap rolled open
and his books and homework came sliding out, too!
Billy sighed as he knelt down and gathered up his things, conscious of some of
the snickers from the other teenagers on the bus. He had been hearing a lot
of snickers lately, of course. He was almost getting used to it, and he figured
maybe it would start to pass soon, but for the moment it did his mood no good.
He sighed. He knew his family had not meant any harm when they had done it.
It was just that it had been too long since his parents had been teenagers, too
long for them to remember how quickly embarrassment could befall a boy of
14. So when his parents had told the embarrassing stories from his infancy and
early childhood at the PTA meeting, they had not meant for them to turn
into stories used to torment their youngest offspring at school, but that had been
the inevitable outcome. Other parents had told other people, including their own
kids, and some very embarrassing stories had gotten around the school quite
quickly. The previous two weeks had been a nightmare.
Billy had lost his temper with his parents and with the older sisters who had so
eagerly helped spread the stories, once they were out, and who had teased him
at home as eagerly as the other teenagers teased him at school. His parents
had been apologetic, once they heard what a miserable experience he had had,
but he still was not sure they really understood how bad it had been. Some of
the stories had been really embarrassing, like the time he had been caught out
on the roof in a diaper on warm night when he was a toddler.
I was only freaking eighteen months old! Billy fumed. I’ll bet they
all have stories just as embarrassing from that time...but their parents didn’t
spread them all over the freakin’ school!
Billy climbed off the bus, and picked up his damaged book bag and walked up
to the house where he lived with his parents and older twin sisters. He saw that
all the cars were there, so everybody was probably home on this Friday night.
He frowned. That was a little unusual, his 17 year old twin sisters were rarely
at home on Friday nights, but both their cars were sitting in the driveway. That
was odd. I hope this doesn’t mean they’re up to something bad where I’m
concerned again, I’ve had all I can take of that already!
He reached the kitchen door and went inside, and as soon as he did his mood
was slightly improved, because he could smell the aroma of his favorite meal
cooking in the air. Sure enough, he walked over to the stove and found that
a pot roast and mixed vegetables were simmering away, along with a couple of
his other favorite foods.
Maybe Mom is trying to make up for telling all those stories about me?
he wondered. If so he knew it would take more than just his favorite meal,
but he appreciated the thought, and it did smell wonderful!
“Mom? Dad? Karen? Lisa?â€
There was no answer to his calls, but he did hear the sound of people moving
around in the house. A moment later, his mother stepped into the kitchen, and
Billy linked in surprise, because his pretty, 43 year old mother looked about as
she always did, 5’10â€, with long brown hair and dressed in blue jeans, a T-shirt,
and barefoot, with one exception: she had a red ball-gag completely filling
her mouth!
Billy felt his jaw drop as his gagged mother came over and hugged him.
TO BE CONTINUED...