My mother and Jim joined us for dinner on Saturday. It was tough seeing Jim, and not thinking about that morning tryst. There was just the slightest doubt in my mind, but Bill told me that if it was Jim, and he requested that I be unaware of it, I was going to respect that decision. Bill would eventually confirm it, if it were true, but he would talk with Jim before doing so.
At one point during the evening, Ma and I were in the kitchen cleaning up and catching up. I told her about Sean and I going camping, but I didn't fill her in on what type of campground it was. My mother wasn't much of a camper, although she told me that she and Jim were going camping in an RV next year. They were looking at buying one with the money that Ma made from the house.
While we were talking, I think Bill and Jim went in his office.
Bill told Jim what was going on. "I'm sorry man. I never thought about your truck being out front."
"It wasn't right out front. I parked beside the garage. Nothing we can do about that now. Let me think, and if you would, let me know if he pushes anymore."
"If it means anything to you, I told him IF it were you, the blindfold and headphones indicated that you didn't want him to know about it. I reminded him, that they were there because I wanted him to believe it was you."
"Ok. Thanks for letting me know. We better not leave them out there too long, or they might think we're in here watching porn."
Ma and I heard Jim and Bill laugh as they were walking into the kitchen. Ma asked what was so funny.
Jim said, "I was just telling Bill a raunchy joke that I heard at work."
"And you think it's too raunchy for my ears?" I looked at my mother. I couldn't believe she said that.
Jim told the joke. Ma and I listened. Neither one of us laughed. "And you two thought that was hilarious? I don't understand men sometimes."
Ma asked Bill if he played Hearts?
Bill replied, "I used to play all the time when I was in school."
We played Hearts for a couple of hours. Jim was sitting on my right. I could smell his cologne. It was a good thing that I was wearing a jockstrap, or my mother might have seen my hardon that wouldn't go down. My mind wasn't on the games and I lost 2 of 3 games. Jim lost the other one. I hoped he was having the same problem as me.
After dinner, I told Jim and Ma about the call that I received yesterday. "They offered me a contract to model next year's line. They don't just make jockstraps, they make boxer briefs as well."
My mother said, "G strings, thongs?"
"They make them. Would you object if I modeled those as well?"
"Honey. If you're safe, you could model nude. I wouldn't care." I was happy about her response, then she threw me for a loop. "Do you have any of those pictures?"
I told her, "I don't have the pictures from the photo shoot last week, but Bill does have a picture of me in a jockstrap that he sent to the company to see if they would like me to model."
Ma looked at Bill. "Could I see that picture?"
Bill was already reaching for his phone. He found a picture and showed it to my mother. She looked at it for a few seconds. She was smiling. "Are there more?"
Bill reached for his phone and swiped twice to the right, showing her another picture similar to the first, but with a different jockstrap. "Can I ask about the picture you skipped?"
Bill said, "That was the same jockstrap as the first picture, but from behind."
Ma swiped once to the left. This picture was going to show my bare ass framed by the side straps of the garment. "Oh my. I've seen guys come into the ER wearing jockstraps, but they're always white." She looked at me and asked, "Are these really comfortable for working out in, or are they just for show?"
I replied, "I wear them all the time when I workout in the mornings." We all know that wasn't the entire truth. And we all know why I wasn't going to tell her the truth.
Ma looked at Jim. "Would you like to see?" If I were correct, Jim has already seen me in a jockstrap.
Jim said, "Sure." I saw him swipe a couple of times. "If those shots they took last week are better than these, I can see why they asked you to sign that contract. Very nice." Jim handed the phone back to Bill.
We talked about what was next with the modeling. Was I thinking of that as a career? The answer was no. Will it interfere with school?
Bill replied to that. "When I spoke with them initially, I told them that he was a full time student. I think they understand his priorities."
Then my mother said, "Jack, we've talked about drugs several times over the last few years. Has anything changed? Have you done any drugs?"
"No. Well, marijuana, but I have no desire to do anything else."
"Good. I see what comes into the ER sometimes. I would hate to see you there."
Bill spoke up. "Helen. I will admit to doing some drugs when I was younger, but nothing in the last 10 years. I still know people that do some, but none of the guests that have been up here do anything more than marijuana and alcohol, and not too much of either of those. You don't need that much to feel good."
Mother was sitting across the table from me, and Bill was on my left. She patted Bill's hand on the table and said, "Thank you."
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On Sunday, I got a call from Sheila. You remember. Pietro's wife. The MILF.
"Hello, Jack. Peter (this is how she referred to her husband) told me that you agreed to some shoots. You're going to be in town from the 16
th
thru the 19
th
?
"Yes."
"I hope that you'll have dinner with us at least once while you're here. If you like, you can even stay with us. We have a nice guest room that hardly ever gets used."
"Really? I don't want to impose. I can just get a hotel close to the complex for a few nights."
"The invitation is open if you change your mind. I just wanted to say congratulations on the contract. I saw your pictures. I think they made the right choice."
