Connie Taylor could not believe the screen in front of her as she sat reviewing her bank records at the computer located in the corner of the large living room. She had really messed up secretly lending her sister twenty-five hundred dollars, then her sister skipped town with her drug addict boyfriend without paying her.
To make matters worse her husband Bill expected the extra money in the bank so he could finally purchase a fishing boat. He found a nice used one in the local want ads and called the guy about it last night. Besides the fact that he was counting on the extra money, he also hated Connie's side of the family, especially her sister.
The first thing Connie tried to do was to call her mother and father, they sympathized with Connie's plight yet they would not lend her any money. They told her that is what she got for helping her sister and they would never help her as long as she was married to that asshole Bill.
Then she tried checking her credit card balance, she could get a couple hundred dollars, way short of the twenty-five hundred her husband expected. She could only imagine what Bill's reaction would be when she tells him what she had done. He would probably explode with anger, the last time he got really mad he destroyed several household items and furniture in his rage. Then for a month straight he was almost always drunk and treated her poorly, always, and tossing insults at her.
Connie knew that after that the love had gone from their marriage, she sometimes felt the only thing keeping them together were the facts that she was a good housekeeper, a great cook and their eighteen-year-old son Scott.
Scott Taylor was the spitting image of his father twenty years ago, tall, good looking, a muscular athletic build. They were very proud that Scott had gotten a summer job with his father at the construction company he worked for and that Scott receives a full scholar ship to a four-year school. Connie was even happier that Scott was going to study history and become a teacher when he gets out of college.
Behind her in the living room Scott and his best friend Jason sat on the couch playing video games. The two boys have grown up together since they bought their house, Bill did not like Jason, nor did he like his parents. He thought they were nerds bookworms that he used to abuse when they were back in high school. Jason's father is a computer engineer with a prominent local company and his wife is a lab technician there as well. Their son Jason, she felt sorry for when he had the worse acne a couple of years ago, thanks to Scott's influence he got treatment for it. He also shed his thick glasses for contacts, dressed less like a nerd, he was going to go to the same school as Scott and they were going to room together. Jason was going for pre-med, but Connie always liked Jason, for his influence on Scott and helping him see that there was more than sports in school.
"Boys' would you like some lunch?" She said aloud from the computer.
"Yeah Mom, that would be cool." Said Scott yelled to his mother.
"Thank you Mrs. Taylor, and lunch would be nice." Said the always polite Jason.
"Scott give me a couple of minutes and then come out to the kitchen, I'll let you boys eat in the living room as long as you are careful." She said getting up to go out to the kitchen.
Scott got up off of the couch and went out to the kitchen, while Jason got up and walked around the living room to stretch his legs. He saw the computer screen was left up and he saw the check Connie wrote to her sister and he heard Scott's dad talking about the fishing boat. The boy did the math in his head of what Bill Taylor said it was going to cost and how much they had in the bank. He realized that they were going to come up short, he heard Mr. Taylor yelling from time to time and he always hated how he belittled Connie.
Jason heard them coming from the kitchen and sat back down on the couch, they continued to play games and eat lunch. The whole time they did Jason kept stealing glances at Connie, and he had always had a crush on his best friends' mom. She should length sandy blonde hair, her large forty four-dd breasts that always stood out in front of her proudly. Thanks to joining a gym with his mother a few years ago she got her body back in great shape.
He came up with a way he could help his friends' mother, maybe help himself and hopefully neither Scott nor Bill would ever find out. Connie got up after shutting her computer down and excused herself to go lies down in the bedroom. Then the phone rang and some guys wondered if Scott wanted to go down to the old school for a pickup basketball game.
"Hey do you want to go with me Jason?" Asked Scott.
"No, but could you do me a favor and drop me off at the bank, I need to get some money out?" He asked.
"Sure no problem pal, let's go." He said getting up and shutting off the game.
The two friends went out the door and went down to the bank, Scott dropped Jason off and he went inside. The teller was surprised to see him withdraw such a large amount, but she had always known Jason to be coming in on a regular basis to make deposits.
"So what do you need such a large amount of money for?" Asked the teller while counting the bills.
"Thought I might do some school shopping." Jason replied not making eye contact.
"Well here you go dear, let's see we have it all right here for you in this envelope, you have a nice day." Said the teller handing him his money.
"Thank you, thank you very much." He replied counting it quickly and then leaving the bank.
It was only a fifteen minute walk back to Scott's house, so he had plenty of time to run scenarios through his mind on what he was going to say to Connie. For everything he came up with he also came up with her response to what he was going to say, not all of them were good either.
He walked up the walkway that led to the front door and rang the doorbell, there was no turning back. He waited several minutes for Mrs. Taylor to come downstairs to answer the door, when she did he was shocked her eyes were red and puffy from crying. He had never seen her so upset and Jason felt bad about what he was going to propose, yet he had lusted for her for a very long time.
"Mrs. Taylor may, and I please come in?" He asked softly.
"Jason's this really is not a good time, could you come back later." She said to him trying to be polite.
"Please this is really important and it won't take long." He said looking down at the ground nervously.
