Brad liked to show off his "cool" mom. He would frequently bring his classmates home on weekends for some home cooking.
Brad is in his freshman year at Western University, about an hour's drive from home. During the week he lives on campus but usually makes it home on weekends unless there is a big game or something going on.
He is very popular and it seemed every time he comes home for the weekend he brings a different friend with him. We have taught our son not to discriminate and many of his friends were of other nationalities, Asian, East Indian and Afro-Americans.
Brad's high school sweetheart had enrolled in another university so they do not get to see each other too often. I knew there are lots of girls at Western to keep him from pining for Susan.
Brad's father is a manager for an automotive repair chain and travels coast to coast overseeing the operation. Consequently he is away a lot and I spend most of my time alone or with my friends. Brad's weekend visits are a high spot in my routine.
I had never entertained anything of a sexual nature with Brad. I realized he was a good-looking boy but at forty-two I thought I was past young hormones bothering me. That weekend I was to learn different.
It was October and everyone had pretty well settled into the fall routine. Brad had come home with a young Pakki friend in tow. Mohinder is a very polite young man and a first generation Canadian.
As usual the boys were delegated to Brad's room and given the keys to my car to use during their visit. It was Friday night and they were off to check out the young peoples' scene leaving mom at home.
I wasn't waiting up for them, as they were young adults. I had got stuck into a John Grisham book and didn't realize it was so late.
I was sitting in the living room wearing just my robe when I heard them come in. I had nothing on beneath the robe thinking I would be in bed by the time they got in.
"Hi Mom!" Brad greeted me as the crashed into the living room.
It was obvious they had had quite a bit to drink, maybe a little too much.
I started to get up to toddle off to bed.
"Don't go to bed, stay up a while." Brad asked as he put some CD's on the stereo.
I was still wide-awake and flattered these young guys wanted my company after hanging out with girls their own age all night.
It is well known how much I love dancing. I had performed in several little theater musicals in days gone by. The music blaring from the stereo made up my mind for me.
The robe I was wearing was not really appropriate for dancing. It was quite short and the silk tie tended to loosen when I moved. I did not realize right away how much the guys could see as I twirled about dancing.
