(Ding dong)
Mrs. Wilson opened the door just as a second door bell rang.
A tall, young man stood on the top step, leaning against the wooden doorframe.
"Hey," Mrs. Wilson said. "You must be Kyle,"
He gave a non-committal sound of affirmation.
She observed him intently, taking in the unmistakable scent of an Azzaro Chrome which wafted from the boy's frame.
Janet Wilson had landed herself the lucrative job offer of a data analyst and so, unbeknownst to herself, had a shrewd vision for everything.
Her observant nature took in Kyle's expensive leather jacket, the Walter Steiger loafers, the fact that underneath he'd worn a Playboy tee. Even his sharp jawline and athletic physique didn't go amiss.
Janet placed her finger on the unmistakable air of arrogance that the boy carried about him. She wasn't surprised about that either, considering an almost inequitable leverage boys with good looks had.
Running a hand through his jet-black hair, he pushed his sheened bangs backwards whilst staring down at his dangling loafer. Kyle looked as though he'd be anywhere in the world but here.
"You'd called?"
"Yes." Mrs Wilson said firmly. "Yes, I did call. Do come in!" She said, opening the door further and showing the 19 year old in.
She ushered him into the living room.
"So... Kyle," She said slowly, once they'd reached the family room. "We've got some talking to do haven't we?"
Kyle merely nodded.
"Please, sit down! What would you have? Coffee? Maybe orange juice?"
Whatever the circumstances, Mrs Janet Wilson always had a penchant for hospitality.
Kyle was evidently taken aback by this unexpected convivial approach, quite in contrast to the situation at hand.
"Uh.. Just juice would be fine," He muttered.
He watched Mrs Wilson walk off to the kitchen.Taking out his smartphone from his back pocket, he began to text his friend, Ryan.
'Can't believe this shit's happening. That kid's such a wimp, crying to his mom. Wait for Monday, the whole college'll get to know this lol'
Hitting the send button, he leant back on the sofa and sighed, taking in the surroundings.
The Wilson family room consisted of 2 sofas with a large television embedded in the opposite wall.
He gazed at the light blue interiors, adorned with family photos.
There was slenderman Jimmy, with his parents and his elder sister. Kyle gaped at the girl in the photo.
'Woah...hot' he thought to himself.
It was quite true. Jenny or Jennifer Wilson, Jimmy's elder sister was in her senior most year at Welmonte High and had already gained recognition for her beauty.
She'd been a cheerleader for the Tigers this year and Kyle had heard she was heading for a great modelling career.
He resisted getting a boner. Jenny Wilson certainly was a looker. She had perfectly shaped breasts and her dark brown hair sported casually chic, lustrous lock spiralling down to her contoured bust. Add that to her sex-appealing figure and luscious lips and Jenny looked pretty much like a model already.
Kyle's eye caught a large portrait of Mr and Mrs Wilson, taken somewhere along the Florida coast he thought (judging by the background). What had caught his eye wasn't Florida, but Mrs Wilson.
'Damn, he thought to himself. 'Guess I know where she gets her looks from'.
Janet Wilson had worn a bright red tight-fit with marine-blue yoga pants in contrast, accentuating her shapely curves even greater.
Her brunette hair curled elegantly just under her shoulders, it's voluminous bangs falling forwards, giving off a silk-like shine under the sun.
He gaped at another family photo, but just the women. Jennifer had worn a black spiral ruffle dress which had a curved descent to her cleavage. She'd worn heels and was standing with her hands on hips, jutting out these amazingly contoured buttocks whilst her mother stood at her side, wearing a rather controversial purple Carolina Herrera garment (revealing slightly more than what was intended).
Her shiny, luxuriously- straightened brunette hair gleamed once more in the camera light. By now, Kyle had grudgingly accepted the fact that the mother of the scrawny kid that he took great pleasure in bullying at high school indeed had an element of attraction.
"Here you are," Kyle was jolted from his silent scrutiny of the family's ladies by Mrs. Wilson herself.
She'd come in with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee for herself.
Handing over the glass of juice to Kyle she made herself comfortable in the square-arm sofa opposite him.
"So what do you do, Kyle?" Mrs. Wilson asked casually, whilst sipping on her coffee.
Her tone mimicked the sort one would have during a family sit-down with newly-shifted next door neighbors.
She took another sip.
"What do I... do?" Kyle asked, rather surprised.
"Yeah!" She said. "Like, do you work anywhere apart from college or do you have a part-time job or something?"
Kyle couldn't see where this conversation was heading but he realized his best bet was to play along smoothly and get the hell out of here as quick as he could.
"Well.. I work at my dad's old barn," He murmered.
"Oh, how nice!" Mrs. Wilson, taking another sip of her coffee. She was eyeing him very closely, behind the rim of her cup.
Kyle was less than pleased at her enthusiastic tone.
"And how often do you work there?" She asked. "At the barn, I mean,"
