The Truth Comes Out

"Hold on, Cassie!" yelled Tyler. He fumbled around for some clothes and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. "I'll get rid of her."

Tyler went out to meet Cassie. "What's up?"

"Have you seen my mom?" asked Cassie.

"Um, no, why is she missing?"

"Yeah, she got drunk last night, and she's not answering her phone, and she was walking home."

"No, what do you think happened?"

"I don't know."

"Huh? Maybe she hooked up with some guy?"

"God, I can only hope. That's the best case scenario."

"I mean, she is an attractive women."

"Oh god, Tyler, yuck. Besides you're not her type."

Tyler paused and thought. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you're a great guy, and we're great friends, but mom always thought you were kind of well, I don't want to hurt your feeling."

"No, I'm an adult, tell me."

"She said you're a 'doughy creep who probably peeks into women's bedroom windows.' I'm so sorry, Tyler, that's her, not me. I don't think that way of you at all!"

"The truth can hurt. If I see your mom, I'll call you."

"Thanks, I'll go ask some other neighbors. God, she cannot hold her liquor. Maybe she was arrested for running naked through a doughnut shop full of cops. She tends to become a nudist when she'd drunk."

Cassie left.

"So, I'm a fat creep perve?" Tyler asked himself. He remembered all of the naked photos he took of Maria last night as she posed for him., and hoped she did not remember.