The envelope

It’s been a busy week, what with work, my activities and my son back for a few days… bringing a couple of buddies back with him. I don’t really mind, it’s nice to have Walt back and his mates seem like decent young men.

It’s still somewhat early in the morning. The boys are still sleeping and I’m in my gorgeous stainless steel with granite top kitchen, looking out the window. The sun is shining and I know that it’s going to be a beautiful day.

I start my morning with a cup of coffee

As I sit peacefully in the kitchen, I can hear some heavy whispering from the bottom of the stairs …. I focus on listening to what is going on….

“Put that shit away!”
“But I want to know if it’s her?”
“Why?”
“Because she’s a smoke show”

I can’t help but smile at that comment, but curious as to what they’re talking about …. I continue listening…

“Troy, don’t be a dick!… it’s not her”
“I think it is…. I’ll ask her nicely ok?”
“Alright… but prepare to be embarrassed”

Walt’s friends enter the kitchen

“Good Morning Chandler….Troy” I greet the boys as they come in

“Whoah!” Chandler says as he enters

“morning Mrs….umm….” Troy attempts a pleasant greeting

“…… you can call me Tiffany” I respond

“Tiffany!” Both the boys say with a grin

Chandler looks at Troy “I think you may be right buddy”

I can’t help but notice their grins. These smirks are not just a reaction to my telling them my name…. Something else is definitely afoot

I invite them into the kitchen “Help yourself to some coffee and toast or cereal … get whatever you like…. Just clean up after yourself”

“Thanks Tiffany” they both accept the warm welcome

I know that men, especially young men need a good breakfast to start the day.

Troy puts an envelope he’s been holding on the counter and they start making breakfast.

I watch as the boys work out the kitchen. They buzz around looking for bowls, spoons, cereal, coffee mugs and the milk. It’s quite impressive that they work as a team. Each finding something, like Chandler finding the bowls and taking out one for each of them and Troy making the coffees

The boys then join me at the kitchen table and start having their breakfast

Both look nervous as they eat…. I can’t get eye contact with either of them

“Is everything alright with you two?” I ask in an attempt to break the silence

The response is a series of inaudible grunts. Something most mothers are familiar with when dealing with their teenage sons.

Several minutes later, the boys finish their breakfast and leave the table….

“Shit!” I exclaim… “they just left the bowls….”

I pick up their bowls and coffee mugs and take them to the dishwasher

“What’s this?” I say to myself as I see the envelope Troy left on the counter

It’s not sealed, so I take a peek

“Photos?” I say to myself

I remove the pictures from the envelope and take a look

“HOLY SHIT!… that’s my nude modelling shoot!”