Wildwood, Pennsylvania. Somewhere in the Poconos. Middle of nowhere.
"Elliot's mom is hot as fuck." Nineteen year old Brian Hancock stares at his friend Elliot Needy's mother, as she runs on her outdoor treadmill. Her beauty even under duress had a lot to offer the eye. It would be difficult for any man to not maintain a steady gaze at Margo Needy. The woman in her youth used to be a fashion model. As an added bonus her deceased husband Darryl Needy modified the goddess when they married. A reasonably wealthy basketball Coach for a Big Ten college, he demanded a trophy wife. Being somewhat naïve, as well as dedicated to Darryl, she fulfilled his requirements, possibly his fantasies. From fashion model to swimsuit model in her prime, Margo maintained her looks even as age chose younger models. She was the Cindy Crawford that got away.
At Darryl's request she endured a busty boob job going from 36C to a perfectly rounded 40D. Money spoke, not even a scar to tell that anyone had touched her up. Adding in a tad of silicone butt cheek implants she was blessed with the perfect twerking ass. It was all just to satisfy her man, her world, Margo was in reality not all that egotistical about herself. She just wanted to please Darryl.
Trying to have children nearly ended their marriage, learning that she couldn't grant Darryl a baby they chose adoption. There came young Elliot. Not so young anymore of course. He's nineteen now. Darryl and Margo fell in love with seven year old Elliot at first introduction. Darryl noting the boys build as athletic gave him the hope he might grow to be a future sports star under his tutelage. Unfortunately, Elliot didn't have what was necessary, no matter how hard he tried. The positive of that negative was that Elliot's brain just wouldn't deactivate his thirst for knowledge, his ACT's before graduating from High School were off the charts. Valedictorian and winner of a very prestigious grant to study abroad. Elliot ended up a skinny, shy, yet highly intelligent prodigy. They were still proud of the lad.
Darryl at the time of adopting Elliot was 36, Margo 21. Even though their age range seemed awkward they became a close knit family. All through high school he barely had friends until meeting Brian Hancock, and Cabot Ross. Through them other friends followed. Before graduation Brian had brought in his own buddies Eric Crowe and Heath Talbot into their inner circle. Elliot was the odd man in though. There was a reason they befriended poor Elliot. Have you seen his mom? All it took was for the boys to see Margo to become obsessed with her. A secret pact among friends would come to fruition in less than a week. Of course, Elliot had zero knowledge of the pact his so-called friends were setting in motion.
"Stop staring or our plans are gonna go bust." Cabot Ross elbowed his buddy. "We've gotten this far let's not blow it. Margo thinks we're the best thing since chocolate pudding. Minus the Cosby."
"I know, but damn dude. Look at her in those yoga pants. Any tighter and I'll rip out my own inseam."
"Here comes Elliot. Chill!" Cabot knuckle swatted Brian's bicep. Both boys were athletes in school, Brian wrestling, while Cabot ran track. Now with the bunch graduated and enjoying the summer before deciding their fates, they were in pure slacker mode, outside of jobs. Spending as much time with Elliot as tolerable, just to keep in the good graces of Margo. She adored the boys for making Elliot feel like one of their own. Almost brotherly.
"Quit looking at my mom." Elliot sped by on his longboard. He wasn't dumb. Well, halfway there on a social level. Even though they stared at her, they had always acted respectful to stay on her good side. That and the boys all knew the wounds of losing her husband less than a year ago left her emotional, and vulnerable at times, sinking every waking moment between being with her son, and fitness to keep herself active. Sane for a better word. That was a daily ritual with Darryl, something she grew to love, that would never fade away. Fond memories of working out side by side with Darryl led her to continue his legacy.
"Sorry Bud." Brian looked away and changed the subject. "I can't believe your mom is letting you go to Europe by yourself. Aren't you going to feel bad about leaving her alone?"
"She's tough. Mom knows I'll never get another chance to study in Paris if I don't go now. We'll Skype every week so she won't miss me as much." Elliot pops the front wheels on his skateboard up like a professional, then he lost his balance. Maybe not so professional after all.
Cabot tries to steal the skateboard chuckling, "Does Margo even go out? I've never seen her leave the house. No friends?"
"All of her friends have busy lives. My dad kept her at home to finish raising me. Now that Dad's dead she just mopes and does cardio. I think fitness just keeps her from losing her mind. She refuses to even drive after Dad's car crash. If she needs anything she has it delivered. It's crazy, even after Dad being killed in his SUV, we have two more sports cars out back in the garage that go to me when I come home from Europe. She just refuses to drive them."
"Maybe she should sell them." Cabot points out, "I recall you saying she needs the money."
"I want them. She used to be a fashion model and she's gotten offers to model again, but she knows what they want from her. Swimsuits and lingerie. She feels too old."
"Not like she even needs to work, your Dad was loaded."
"Not that loaded. He had some insurance policies. That and his Coaching contract was waved toward her until it expires, which is just under a year before he would have had to up it. I know Mom is worried about money but she's still grieving. My going to Europe probably isn't the best timing, but she refuses to let me miss out on the grant I got. I do worry about her being alone she really has no one. Her family lives out in Cali. Heck, I even told her she should get a dog. She's just not the pet type."
"Big house all by her lonesome." Brian keeps a concerned face, his thoughts his own.
"I even suggested she should rent out a room. Save the rent for a rainy day. She's just not very trusting of people. That, and other women annoy her. Guys would only try and hit on her."
Cabot expressed understanding through empathy, "Tough situation Elliot."
"Guys? I know your intentions are good, so I have a favor. You volunteer to do stuff around here just to be helpful all the time, and Mom appreciates it. Can you drop by and check on her now and then?"
Brian's eyes light up looking at Cabot. Before Brian can react further Cabot cuts him off. "You know we will Buddy. Heck, I'll mow the yard once a week. Save her having lawncare come out."
"It's a big yard, but there's a riding lawn mower, old tractor too. I kept it up pretty well. Even though Mom won't drive a car she does mow."
"Right. I can chauffeur her around in my truck if she needs to go anywhere." Brian jumps in.
Cabot "I'm sure Eric and Heath would agree to that too. Give her our cell numbers."
"She already has them, for when we all hang out. She's just never needed to use them. I'm always home by curfew."
"Cool. Three more days Elliot." Cabot fist bumps the lanky young man. "You better keep in touch. Let us know if you're hitting any French pussy."
Blushing Elliot rolls his eyes, "Why is it you guys talk dirty around me, but not my Mom?"
