Missy looks back on what lead things to spiral out of control

Missy thinks back to one night just a year ago where her son had been acting funny. Her son arrived home fairly late at night after having a bit to drink, she's pretty lenient regarding how late he can stay out, Carl that night however made a bit too much noise in the kitchen. Missy just having woken up because of the noise, ever since she's been single she makes sure to check that it really is her son down there, and not some intruder. She thinks to herself it's probably true crime and what not making her paranoid. Nevertheless, the fit mom jumps out of bed to make sure. As she heads down the stairs she somewhat regrets not putting something on real quick, but eventually rationalizing it by it being dark anyway. If it were an intruder, he'd be in for a bit of a shock. At this point Missy almost giggles to herself, thinking up such a silly scenario, she almost forgot that she's in the nude, and how annoyed she was being woken up.

Tip-toeing down the stairs, the short brunette is relieved to see her son being the one in the kitchen. "Carl!" Her son almost jumps at the call, and looks over at his mom. As their eyes meet, his eyes almost immediately after hit the ground. Missy pops out from the dark by the stairs, and into the overhead light in the kitchen, her 5'2" frame facing her son. Having been quite fit in her younger years, only to pack on just a few "mom pounds" as she called them, it's clear even to Missy that her body is the best one Carl has seen yet. She always made it a point to not be embarrased of such things in their household, but admittedly stopped "parading" around as her son hit his teen years. In the moment it's not something she considered, hands on hips she stands there confronting her son, chewing him out before he retreats to his room that's connected to the kitchen just a few feet away.

She doesn't often get like this, but in the moment she got a little bit heated, thinking being so lenient when it comes to Carl being free to stay out as long as he wants, he should respect her trying to sleep, and not make noise, and a mess, in the kitchen.

When she goes down to the kitchen the next day, Missy discovers her son's friend's shoes by the door. Those could only be James'. The son's friend James, while not being Carl's best friend, is probably in the running. It's someone Missy has seen around quite a bit and they've built up a good back and forth. Missy considers him to be one of Carl's nicer friends. Did he just arrive, this early? Was he here already last night? This puts her in a panic. She goes down to the kitchen and sees her son and his friend making breakfast. She tries to act normal to not arouse suspicion. The mom was no stranger to being in a robe in front of people she was close with, but this time it felt different. "Hi, Miss!" James meets her eyes. The usually cheery mom can only muster a "H-Hi."

As she watches the boys making breakfast, joking around, her mind goes to last night. While chewing out her son, being annoyed to say the least, under the light, hands on hips... was the door to Carl's room open? Was it closed?

Missy decides that if he had seen her last night, then so be it, she was ok with that.