Too freaked by the dark shadow

"Did you see it too?" Came his stepmother's fear filled voice.

The bed made a rocking noise as she got up and moved closer.

"See what?" Andy replied listedly. He was more concerned with why he was naked.

"The ghost Andy!" she said exasperatedly, clutching his arm in annoyance. "It was just there, I swear!"

Shrugging off her hands, Andy was surprised that she was talking about that and not about his nudity. Was that where her priorities lied?

"I don't know about any ghost mom, but right now I have a more pressing matter going on." With that, he could only lean over and turn the lampshade on.

It was seconds before Monica's vision could look back at him normally.

5 seconds..

10 seconds....

Half a minute.....

Two sets of eyes stayed locked on to each other, each with baited breathe. It was like a sexy Mexican standoff. If it wasn't so abnormal now, Andy would've chuckled.

The bright light, and stark shadows, played riot, with each of their facial expressions. It was hard to judge what was what. With that, Andy probed his stepmother's emotions.

Was that a hint of fear? Or was that disgust? No that wasn't right... The look she was giving him sure looked out of place for such a tense atmosphere. After a full minute Andy broke the stalemate. Obviously nothing was being gained by mute silence.

"Really!??? Nothing's wrong here huh!??" Andy yelled out in anger while cupping his junk with his two hands. He couldn't make it any more obvious.

Giving him a deadpan look momentarily, Monica flashed a comforting smile soon after, "what? You sleep nude too, who doesn't?"

Was that her job showing through or was that just her personality?

Still....

This response came right out of left field. She was right though, why was he making such a fuss? He should've kept quiet.

Wait. Did she just say 'too'?

Andy took a proper look at his stepmom now. God.... To say she was wearing nothing was really apt. He could see why she was a underwear model in the past. Two strips of fabric were the only cover she had. A silent blessing went up for the maker of G-strings and expensive bra's.

She didn't even bat an eye being so close and wearing that. Talk about consummate professional. Still, he was her stepson! It was all so very wrong...

Hang on! Why was he thinking about such things again?

Focus here!

Looking away red faced, he spoke, "I suppose you're right.."

Maybe he overreacted?

He cast his gaze around trying to find his clothes.