Give her a second chance

“Sure,” I said, “even if I hate what you did, Tommy was the one that started the whole thing. That asshole, and his small dick, can’t even make any woman happy.” The girl at the bar heard what I had said. “Excuse me,” she said, “ I couldn’t help but over hear you talking. Does this Tommy with a ‘pea shooter’ have a last name?” Yea,” I said, “it’s Simpson.” Your fucking kidding me,” she said, I nodded my head no. “Fuck that bastard,” she said. “That asshole is on his own, no more piggybacking off of me!”

By this point, Kristin and I were really confused. “Do you know Tommy Simpson,” I asked. “Fuck yea,” she said, “he’s my fuck-up son. That asshole has done shit like this too much. I’ll hear about it all, how he fucked up others lives.” Tommy’s mom was some hot mom. At the age of 45, she looked hot. She looked as if time hadn’t caught up with her.

After talking to Jenny, Tommy’s mom, Kristin looked at me and whispered, “I know a great way of making your birthday great, and get back at Tommy at the same time.” I wanted to get back at Tommy, in the worst way, so I agreed. “Jenny,” Kristin said, “can you help me with something.” “Sure,’ Jenny said, “What is it?” “Well,” said Kristin, “today is John’s birthday, which make’s him 18. Since Tommy already took his present, I was wondering if you could help me make it better.”