Just as Jim and Rick head out the door, they are greeted by Jim's mom, Brenda, who is just pulling in the driveway.
"Damn! It's my mom! What's she gonna think?"
"Think about what?"
Brenda hops out of the car. "Hi, son! How was school today?"
"Just fine, mom. We're heading to the mall now."
"Wait--who's this with you? And how old is she?"
"Uh, Mom--"
"Hi. I'm Kelly, and I'm 12." Kelly extended her hand. Great, she's going to get me in trouble, and she doesn't even know who I am, thought Jim.
"You're 12? I see..." she glared at Jim.
"Yeah. Jim gave me these clothes to wear. He had me put on this really dorky underwear too. But now we're going to the mall."
Dammit, Rick, don't you remember anything?
"Oh. I see. Jim, can I speak to you for a minute?"
"Mom, I can explain everything. That's Rick. I mean she was Rick. She just doesn't know it. I mean--"
"Isn't she a little young for you, Jim?"
"No. I mean, we're not, I mean she's not--she's a guy, see?"
"If you violated that little girl, Jim, I'm going to kick your ass. And you know I will, Jim."
"Yes, Mom."
"Now take her home and tell her she needs to be dating boys her own age."
"Yes, Mom."
Thu Mar 1 12:39:27 2001