No time for gossip.

"Well, it's getting dark. What do you ladies say we take this indoors?"

A shivering Mary agreed. "Yeah, honestly, I don't know why we have been staying out here this long to begin with."

"This bottom has been giving me a wedgie the past hour now," sighed Laureen.

It looked like all four women were in agreement, when, suddenly, Janice seemed to remember something. "Oh, before that, I have to check if Anise has finished taking care of the pot roast. Give me one second."

The women insisted that it would be fine if they went in after her, but, being the picky host she was, Janice told them it would be just a bit and hurried inside. Once she was behind the comfort of the house walls, and out of earshot range, a deluge of words exited the three left behind as if pent before an overloaded dam.

"So, what do you think about that child of hers? I mean, I know we've seen them together before, in snippets, but my" a coquettish knuckle or two hugged Laureen's lip, "he really is a mama's boy."

"And as hot-blooded as my nephew."

"Did you see how he was just walking around naked the whole day?" Laugh. Mary shook her head. "The audacity!"

"That chummy little sausage stick on him."

"I believe he might have penetrated every hole in Janice's body with the thing."

"No, not her behind."

"He didn't get her ears, either."

Chuckle.

"But how long have they been sexually active together?"

"Don't ask me. All I know is I don't believe that that's at all legal."

"Not even in California? Or Nevada?"

"How shrewd of you Laureen. No, California and Nevada don't allow for sexual relations between blood relatives just because one of them has prostitutes and the other is, well, 'California'. The only states in which this would fly under state legislature are New Jersey and, I believe, Rhode Island, but I may have to cross-check that."

"How by the book of you, Rena." The sentiment dripped with wryness.

"It's kind of part of what I do for a living."

This could've gone on for even longer, perhaps. For a good few minutes, it did. When the sliding door was pulled open and out walked another figure from inside to join their gabbing company, they didn't even notice.

"Uhhm..."

The three women, still, payed no mind to the newcomer, hotly engaged as they were with a capacity for endless conversation. Finally, he took a sharp breath and rose his voice.

"You all are madly in love with me. It's like an old, unquestionable fantasy for you to make me yours one day," he said with a progressive wave of the hand, "but this is not something you want to publicize. You keep it under wraps and don't want to outright admit it, at least not around other people, but that won't stop you from trying to make a move in my presence."

Then, he looked up from what seemed like a write-in book of his, and blinked. The three adult women were shooting him weird new looks. He couldn't discern them, exactly. Did it really work? Had he spent it all on his momma shenanigans from earlier?

He set his eyes back on the words he had written in his thick-spined journal, swallowed, and read the last line.

"You will now forget I ever gave you those commands."

Swish, went the sliding door.