Great. He was hungry

Matt and Cindy had spent an hour reviewing the biology syllabus, agreeing on the grossness of cutting up fetal pigs and dead cats, and plotting how they'd survive the rest of summer school. Pam seemed to have been delegated as their chaperone, because she followed them from one room to the next as they looked for where, in Cindy's house, they could work on their final project.

Finally, Mrs. Phuan walked in on the three of them and announced that dinner was ready.

Mrs. Phuan had changed into something Asian but slinky. It showed off her figure... and her great tits... and had a slit up the side that went all the way to her hip.

"You look great, mom," Pam said. "Maybe I should get dressed up, too."

"Since your father is traveling all the time, we don't have a man to entertain very often," Mrs. Phuan said. "And I thought, I like this dress and never wear it."

"You've got to let me wear it sometime," Cindy said. "Maybe I could wear it to the dance on Friday." She turned to Matt. "Are you going to the dance?"

"I hadn't thought about it." He'd seen a flyer but when he'd noticed the thirty dollar charge, he'd pretty much decided against it.

"Oh, come. It'll be fun."

Mrs. Phuan led them into a dining room almost as big as Matt's family apartment. A big tureen of soup sat on the table and Mrs. Phuan insisted that Matt take the place at the head of the table and serve the women as he was 'the gentleman.'

Considering Matt could barely talk over the distraction of his fantasy about taking all three of the Asian woman at the same time, he wasn't sure 'gentleman' was the most accurate description.

The soup, and the pot-stickers and coconut rice that followed were all great, especially as Matt hadn't eaten anything all day. He noticed that Pam and Cindy seemed to be competing for his attention, pointing out the portions of the dinner that they'd contributed. Perhaps his fantasy wasn't as far from happening as he'd imagined.