As John's mom walked toward him, the flap of her kimono rustled a tad, and John thought he could see directly into his mother's crotch. The glimpse was brief, maybe only a few seconds, but he swore he thought he saw some of her dark brown curls.
"Here ya' go, sweetie," Kathy, his mom, said as she laid his plate down in front of him. There was a pause. "Anything wrong, John?" she asked.
"No..no!" John said, recovering as quickly as possible.
His mom raised an eyebrow. "You sure? You had an awfully funny look on your face...?" |