Let’s make a deal.

You watch as your mother’s robe continues to open at the top, and notice the eyes of some friends remain locked on this occurring. You know what they’re thinking, and must admit your thoughts are not exactly the same, but related…

Is she wearing any panties under the robe?

Finally, you decide you are in no mood to find out the answer to that question (or for any of your friends to do so). You leap towards your mother, simultaneously closing the robe, and clasping both ends into one of her tight fists.

“What are you doing, Man?!” asks Mike, one of your oldest friends.

“I just don’t want you all to get a peek at THAT much of her!” you explain.

“Man!” he replies. “We’re not here to see her! You invited us here to see you again!!”

“I know,” you admit, “but don’t tell me that you wouldn’t all be focusing on something else if a full-body view of her became available.”

“That’s true,” he admits, looking down in front of him briefly.

He then looks back up, and turns to face you again.

“Man, you KNOW a lot of us have had dreams about your Mom as we grew up hanging around you! Isn’t there ANY chance you’d let us see if the dreams can match reality?”

Thinking briefly, you raise your head into the position to start a nod, but can’t be sure what you want to gain in return.