Jen's Mom was railing at me. She had barged into Jen's apartment and caught us with our hands in each other's pants, and Jen's top half off moreover.
Now Jen is twenty-two, and I'm twenty-four, so what the hell business it was of hers what we did in Jen's apartment was beyond me. But Jen's Mom was one of those ultra right wing religious freaks, and even resembled one of her hero's; Sarah Palin, only with larger tits.
"Look Mrs. B.; where do you get off barging in un-announced and without knocking? Jen's free, white, and for god's sake an adult!"
Well, that was a mistake. God damn if both of them didn't rip me a new one right then. I told them both to fuck off, and stormed out.
So ended a three month relationship.
I was at my place two days later, working on my truck, when who drives up but Mrs. B. She gets out and is dressed... shit I don't know what you would call it. She had on a tight knit blue dress, fits her like a damn glove, mid thigh, not short, but not long; showed her tits off real well though. Calf high black patent leather boots with spike heels, a black 3" wide belt, and her hair done up in imitation of Sarah P.
Hell, she even had the same style glasses.
"I would like a word with you Peter!"
"What the hell for? You said enough a couple of days ago."
"In private please, and watch your language!"
So I decide shit, let's get this over with, and indicated the stairs outside the garage, leading to my efficiency apartment over the garage. I followed her up, getting a good look up her skirt. She's wearing fucking garters for god's sake! I almost burst out laughing.
Now I'm not the neatest guy in the world, so there were some things out of place, and I have a casual attitude about my jacket and long sleeved shirts I like to wear over tee shirts when its cooler, so they were draped over the back of the couch. The table had one of my projects on part of it, and there was some clutter on the coffee table. Other than that, the place was clean enough, I'm not a complete slob, and do vacuum twice a week, and keep the dishes clean and cleared. The bathroom was spotless.
"How can you live in such a pigsty!"
"How can you live in "House Beautiful"? Well, that answer is obvious, you don't! you can't cal living to keep a place looking like you have never so much as had a meal there living! Hot damn, what you need is a beer and to get laid. Maybe then you wouldn't be so damn up tight."
She went white with anger. I guess no one had told her off anytime recently.
"I came here to tell you to stay away from my daughter!"
"Are you dense? We broke up the last time I saw you!"
"I want your promise you will stay away from her! She is still upset, and I don't need an uncouth slob like you ruining her life!"
"Keep that up you haughty bitch and I'll turn you over my knee!"
