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Summer
Getting my shoes, my mom followed me shutting my bedroom door behind me. “Please tell me one he isn’t who I think he is and two that what I am thinking happened between the two of you didn’t happen?” I shrugged, “I can’t do that.” Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “At least tell me this time you both used a condom.” Again I shrugged, “The second time.” Sighing again, she shook her head. “Summer Anne McConnel, this is going to end badly.” Again I shrugged and walked back out of the room ending the conversations, for now anyway. We were going to lunch to celebrate her birthday, so I was sure that wouldn’t be the end of it. Following me, she mumbled she would wait for me outside. Not long after, I followed her, and sure enough, the conversation was not over. The moment I was in the car, she pulled out of the parking lot and started in again. “I get it the two of you have history. I am not saying don’t see him if that is what you want. You know I would never tell you that. You are a grown woman. The problem is your father is already not a fan of the guy. All I ask is that the two of you be careful. There is only so much your father can handle, and only so much I can do.” Sighing, I nodded, “Fine….While we are slightly on the subject, do you remember who the guys used last to clean the pool table at the bar?” I was sure she was going to wreck the car. Maybe I should have waited until she wasn’t driving to ask that question. At the same time, it was hard not to want to laugh at the look of shock on her face. Swerving a bit, she regained control of the car before pulling off on the side of the road and turning her full body towards me. “Summer Anne.” Smiling at her, I shrugged. “What?” Shaking her head, she turned back around. “I can’t believe you.” I shrugged again. “Oh, come on, don’t act like you and dad never did it somewhere other than the bedroom.” Shaking her head some more, she pulled back out on the road. “No, but the pool table in the bar?” I laughed at the high-pitched tone in her voice.
Before long, we were pulling into one of the few restaurants in town and heading in to have some lunch. She seemed to be done talking about me being with Tats. Maybe she didn’t want any more details of the night? I loved my mom. Growing up, I was always closer to her than I was to my dad. Though my dad always had Clara, who was more a daddy's girl. Maybe it was that I had more in common with my mom, I don’t know. I know it was always easier to go to her with issues than with my dad. Not that I didn’t love my dad, and he wouldn’t have done his best to help with any issues. But my mom was definitely easier to talk to on most things. She was more laid back and less likely to jump to conclusions. As I got older, we were more like friends than mother and daughter. There were still moments where she felt she needed to be more mother than a friend, but for the most part, we acted more like friends than anything. Having lunch with her was fun and something we tried to do once a month or so. Between the two of us, we had fairly busy schedules. However, mine was of my own making. As the owner of a bar that actually made really good money, I could actually hire bartenders to run the show while I simply sat back and made sure the paperwork was done, and the books were taken care of. I really didn’t have to be behind the bar working just about every night as I did. I could so sit back and simply collect a paycheck if I wanted to and not have to work a day in my life. But I enjoyed what I did and didn’t see the need to hire more than the one part-time guy I had hired. He only worked once or twice a week so that I could have a day off, and that was it. And I normally had him work the slower days like Sundays where the bar was only open a few hours anyway. Per state law, we couldn’t sell alcohol until after two in the afternoon on Sundays. And we hardly ever really got more than a handful of people in on Sundays anyway. All the club guys spend Sundays with their families if they had one and didn’t go into the bar for the day. The only people that really came in on Sundays were those with nowhere else to go really. And they didn’t normally stay long. I left it up to the guy if he wanted to close up early. If it was slow and no one was there, there was no point in the bar staying open and losing money. And the guy didn’t mind. I paid him the same either way. Plus, he got to keep any tips he made. So if he wasn’t making tips, he was losing money and had no issues closing up early.
After lunch, my mom took me back to my apartment, dropping me off by the door. Before climbing out of the car, I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Happy birthday, mom.” She smiled at me and patted my leg. “Thank you, dear.” Climbing out, I made my way inside, heading up to my apartment. I thought about texting Tats right away but decided to take a few minutes to myself and sit on the couch with my sketchbook for an hour before sending him a text letting him know I was back home. It didn’t take him long to come back over. I knew it wouldn’t since he was literally right down the hall. After I texted him, I opened the door, so he could come in when he got there. Sitting back down, I continued working on the picture I had been working on. Walking in, he shut the door and came over, sitting down next to me. “How was lunch with your mom?” I smiled up at him. “Good. Why does my dad not like you?” Looking up from my drawing, I watched him. “What?” He raised an eyebrow. “My mom says my dad doesn’t really like you. Why? What did you do?” I watched him as he thought about it a moment, then almost as though a light bulb came on, his eyes grew bigger, and his mouth fell open. Recovering quickly, he closed his mouth and shook his head. “I am not sure you want to know. In fact, you may not be happy with the reason.” Now I was intrigued. Sitting my sketchbook down, I turned towards him. “What did you do?” He shook his head. “I will tell you only if you promise not to hate me for it.” I shook my head, “I make no promises, but I will attempt not to hate you.” Slowly he nodded. “Fine, but first, you have to understand I didn’t know she was your mom.” I raised an eyebrow. “She came to the clubhouse the other day to drop off Gunner's old lady, and I didn’t know she was your dad's old lady when I might have whistled and made a comment about her being hot.” I burst out laughing. “Well, that would do it. Nice going.” I wasn’t going to be mad at him, noticing my mom was hot. It wasn’t like he had a chance in hell with her. And well, she was hot. “You're not mad?” I shook my head. “No, she is hot. Anyone with eyes knows that. That doesn’t mean anyone other than my dad would have a chance in hell to hook up with her.” A smile pulled at his lips. “You know who else is hot?” His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Shaking my head, I moved, sitting on his lap facing him, with one leg on either side of him. His hands moved to my ass as he looked up at me, pulling me closer. I could feel him harden under me, heating my whole body.
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