Cheryl couldn't be happier to see her son, Jim, at the mall that afternoon. She knew it was Sharon's (Jim's girlfriend) birthday, and any input into what she would like from her would be welcome. After all, Jim and Sharon seemed very serious, maybe even marriage serious. The idea of becoming a mother-in-law to the charming and beautiful young woman was nothing but a wonderful idea.
"Jim! Over here!" She called from across the crowded hallway.
She watched as Jim looked around, then spotted her. He had a frantic, nervous look to his face, as if something was wrong. Hoping that it was just the frustration of working his way through the crowd, Cheryl smiled her warmest smile and waved him over.
"Hey mom," Jim said once he crossed over to his mother's side, his eyes darting nervously from side to side, "what's up?"
"I forgot to pick something up for Sharon," Cheryl explained, "I thought maybe you could point me in the right direction."
At the sound of Sharon's name, a brief look of pain crossed Jim's face, as if something had happened. The pair had been inseparable for almost two years, growing closer every day. Cheryl hoped that that was not going to change any time soon.
"Is everything alright between you two?" Cheryl said in a softer voice.
"Fine. It's fine. Everything's fine," he blurted a response, "why? What have you heard?"
Before Cheryl could respond to her son, a gorgeous woman with short-dark hair bumped into Jim as she passed by, knocking the keys that he was holding onto the floor. The woman instantly apologized, saying that she was a klutz, saying that she wasn't watching where she was going. She bent at the waist to pick up the keys for Jim, a very classy move, Cheryl thought.
Jim's eyes grew wide as he watched the polite young lady retrieve his keys. From his perspective, he was probably noticing that, while her pleated skirt was short enough to show Jim her panty-clad behind (very honest and transparent of her), she was also locking her legs tight so that he wouldn't have to worry about her running off with his keys. If only all young people were as nice as this woman, Cheryl figured the world would be in a much better condition.
The dark-haired beauty stood up and hung onto Jim's shoulder, dangling his keys before his face.
"I got them for you, babycakes," the woman said, her face close to Cheryl's son's ear, her tongue slightly licking his earlobe. A smile formed on Cheryl's face as she watched the interaction. It was great to see Jim make friends.
Jim shook the woman off, quite rudely, and took a step a way. The smile that had grown on Cheryl's face became a frown of disapproval. Sure, the woman had bumped into Jim, but it was obvious that she was trying to make things right.
"Jim!" she scolded, "Don't be rude! This nice young lady is only trying to help!"
Jim's face went white as the woman, once again, stepped up to him, pressed her body against his, and licked his earlobe. Then she, obviously being friendly, took the hand holding the keys and began to slide it down Jim's front, over his chest, over his stomach, over his groin, then into his pocket, replacing them where they should be. It seemed clear to Cheryl that the woman was of good character, the kind of woman she would love to see Jim spending more time with (as a friend, of course, since he was so in love with Sharon), evidenced by the fact that she kept her hand in Jim's pocket, moving up and down, making sure that the keys didn't escape once again.
Jim, on the other hand, was being quite rude. He was standing stiffly, awkwardly, as his new friend tried her best to make him more comfortable. Honestly, he took after his father, the way he had such a difficult time connecting with people.
"I'm sorry mom, I've got to run!" Jim said as he pulled the woman's hand from his pocket, leaped away from her, then ran away, holding himself slightly bent over, as if he had pulled something in his groin.
"I have to apologize for my son's poor behaviour," Cheryl said to the woman, "he can be so stand-offish to people. I'm sure he didn't mean to put you out."
"That's alright," the woman purred, "a stud like him can be however he wants. And besides, I don't mind putting out."
At that the woman turned and walked away, leaving Cheryl momentarily sad that Jim hadn't made the obvious friendship come to fruition. Oh well, she told herself, maybe she'll have a word with him when she got home, teach him how to make friends. For now, though, she needed to focus on Sharon. It was, after all, Cheryl's future daughter-in-law's birthday.
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