"Come in"

The door opened and in walked Suzie, Scott quickly noticed she was only wearing a white T-shirt and panties, purple ones. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “You used to sleep late when you. . . Ah!” Suzie stopped and stared at Scott.

“You’re naked.” She said.

“I’m wearing a towel.” He replied.

“You need to get out!” she said, not angrily, almost panicky.

“I’m shaving.”

“OUT” she yelled, pushing him out into the hallway in a towel, shaving cream on his face and razor in hand.

“Can I at least get my clothes?” he called through the door.

The door opened, “Here.” Suzie said curtly as she thrust his clothes into his chest, her eyes running down below his belly button. She paused for a second, then looked him in the eyes and jumped back in the bathroom and slammed the door.

Mrs. Carter was standing in the hallway looking at him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did?” Scott said, looking ridiculous standing in the hallway.

Mrs. Carter took time to look Scott over. “Oh deary, I do.” And she slipped back into the kitchen.

Scott went downstairs to Doug’s small bathroom and managed to finish his shave and get dressed. When he started back up the stairs the smell of heaven hit him.

Mrs. Carter was proud to say she was Irish and Italian, and one thing she loved to do was feed people.

“Mrs. Carter, it smells incredible up here.”

“Well, I made it for you so enjoy, we don’t want you to get all skinny on us again.”

“If that’s cinnamon rolls I’m smelling, it won’t be a problem.”

“I remembered how much you liked them so I prepped them last night.”

Scott smiled and grabbed one, taking a bite and reveling in the flavor and the memories.

He had eaten two cinnamon rolls and three blueberry pancakes by the time Suzie exited the bathroom and headed back to her own room.

“Scott.”

“Yes Mrs. Carter.”

“You’ve got my daughter all twisted around right now.”

Scott didn’t know what to say.

“She always liked you, and you were always so nice to her, if you don’t want to do anything with her, you’ll have to be very clear with her.”

Scott took a drink of his coffee.

“Mrs. Carter, I would never take advantage of your daughter.”

“Don’t get me wrong Scott, we think you’re a great young man. Suzie's an adult now and she hasn’t hidden how she thinks of you. The only thing we don’t know about is your feelings.”

“Frankly, I don’t know, I remember her as a cute little girl that used to tag along with Doug and I and get us in trouble. She’s obviously not a little girl anymore, but it’s. . . well it’s a bit confusing.”

Mrs. Carter put her hand on her hip and stared contemplatively at Scott.

“You don’t have to have a final answer to tell her what you are feeling, just don’t leave her guessing.”

“Did you save any rolls for me?” Suzie called out as she came down the hall into the kitchen.

“I made them for Scott, you can ask him if you want one.”

“How come you made them for Scott? I’m your daughter.”

“I made them for Scott because he just brought that tight ass of his back from the Army.”

Suzie snorted. “I’ve got a great ass, yet you don’t make them for me.”

It was good to see the Carter women back to normal, Scott didn’t know how Mr. Carter survived it, and he felt sorry for Doug.

“Seriously, Scott, look at my ass and tell me it’s not fantastic.”

“Good morning, Suzie.” He responded, keeping his eyes on his food.

“Well, can I have one of your cinnamon rolls Scott? Or do I need to do something to earn it?” Not content to let him ignore her Suzie walked around, leaned on the counter next to him and pouted, she was also careful to show some cleavage as she asked.

“Help yourself Suzie.”

“Thanks” she said as she reached out and rubbed the top of his head. She was really working to get his attention.

She sat down across from him and swung her legs out to the side where he could see them while she took her first bite of her breakfast treat.

Thankfully, Mrs. Carter saved him from Suzie.

“What are your plans for today, Scott?”

“Well, I wanted to go stop by the bike shop and see if Bob has work for me, I need to get some clothes and I’m under orders to get in touch with my family and let them know I’m back. I also need a vehicle, so I’ll get one from Bob while I’m there.”

“Wait, motorcycle and clothes shopping? I’m coming along.” Suzie was smiling, and stretched out one leg. “I can show you around town.”

“You know I grew up here, right?”

“That’s a great idea,” Mrs. Carter interjected, “You need a proper dress for your cousin’s confirmation anyway, get one while you are out.”

“Mom, I have plenty of dresses.”

“Yes, but you need one you can wear that won’t get Uncle Gio too excited, we don’t need Aunt Millie lecturing everyone about the evils of the modern world.”

“Ugh, why is your family so stuffy, mom?”

“I don’t know if you want to come along, Suzie, I need to talk to Bob about working and I’m going to have to see my family at some point.”

“Oh, I’m the kind of girl you can’t bring home to momma, am I?”

“It might be boring.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” Scott sighed, but it might be for the best, after all his family would likely be on better behavior with Suzie around.

Mrs. Carter grabbed her purse from the counter and turned toward the garage. “I’ve got some errands to run, so I’ll drop you two off at the bike shop.”

“Well, let’s get going then.” Scott said, getting up.

Suzie hopped down and grabbed his arm to walk with him. He finally got a really good look at her outfit. Her white blouse was loose in the sleeves but tight in the right places, and cut very flatteringly. She wore it with a black skirt that highlighted her curves while still being frilly, she paired that with white sneakers and fuzzy black socks.

She looked adorable and hot at the same time. This was going to be an interesting day.