Now, what kind of guy are you?

Alex Aphros, An Average High Schooler

Alex stares around with incredulous awe, watching the various waitresses and waiters go about their jobs completely normally, as if their sudden toplessness was completely ordinary.

‘I guess it is, in their perspective,’ Alex mused.

He quickly finished off his coffee, snatching up the Rulebook and leaving the cafe. He didn’t loiter to try and figure out the Rulebook then and there; that was just asking for trouble. Instead, he’d bring the book out again once he made it back home, where no one could see him write.

Making it back home, he opened the door and walked in. The sound of cooking sounded out from the kitchen. Moving towards the kitchen and peeking in, Alex saw his mother, Cathleen, bustling around the kitchen making lunch.

His mother was the envy of the neighborhood, still looking like she was in her mid-twenties despite nearing her late forties. Ebony hair cascaded down a slim and fit body, modest breasts pushing out the casual sweater she wore. Black sweatpants clung to her lower curves, accenting an ass that would make any man’s mouth water.

“Hey, Mom, I’m back.” Alex called.

Turning around, her vibrant green eyes wide, Cathleen smiled. “Alex! Welcome home! How was the walk?”

“It was good. Visited the cafe down the block for a coffee.” He responded.

“Alright, sweetie. Lunch will be ready in about half an hour.”

“Okay. I’ll be in my room.”

Moving up the stairs and down the hall, he finally entered the sanctuary of his room. A spartan area, a bookshelf to one side sitting next to a computer desk. A simple bed in the corner and a dresser next to the closet door.

Closing the door behind him, Alex breathed a sigh of relief. Moving to his desk, he pulled out the Rulebook and opened to its first page.

Grabbing a pencil, he brought the tip to paper, but hesitated.

“What to do…”