"Daddy, Mommy, I'd like you both to meet my new boyfriend ... Jake!" Rebecca said gleefully.
Jake waved a half-hearted greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Mister ... er?"
"Young man, if you knew my daughter one iota, you'd already know that my name is Mr. Marsh."
"Yes, of course. She did tell me. I just forgot," Jake said.
Mr. Marsh raised an eyebrow. There was something peculiar about this kid, but he couldn't quite put his finger on just what. And why was he holding that remote control? What kind of weirdo carries one around with him? He didn't like this kid. He had a feeling he was trouble. And he didn't want his daughter dating someone who was trouble.
A knock at the door broke his concentration on the TV, causing him to grunt. Why couldn't he get a visitor during the commercial break? Irritated that he was missing part of the game, he stood up and answered the door.
Out in the hall was Breanne, his roommate's girlfriend.
"Hi, Dave. Is Jake ready?" she asked.
"Jake isn't here," Dave replied, making discrete glances towards the TV.
"Well, where is he?" she asked, getting irritated. "We were gonna go out and celebrate my birthday."
"I don't know where he is. But I'm sure he'll be back soon. I know how much ..." He took another glance at the TV. The game was on a commercial break. Finally! "I know how much he cares about you. I'm sure that whatever he's doing is important."
"It better be," she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Excuse me?" the saleslady asked.
"I said I wanted an outfit that would make men want to fuck me," Andrea said. "And my hubby here wants something to show off his fat ass." She leaned in towards the woman. "He just loves it when men stick their cocks up there."
"Uh ... well, then," the saleslady said. "Follow me. There's some dresses back here that might ..."
Brenda Matheson stared at what was happening inside that women's clothing store. She never dared go in there herself. All those clothes were so trashy. But she could have sworn that she saw Andrea Reynolds, a friend of hers, walk in there with an odd-looking woman (who kind of looked familiar, for some reason). But it couldn't be Andrea, could it? She wouldn't dare go into a trashy place like that. And even if she did, she wouldn't talk like that woman had talked. Andrea had never used a profane word in her life. So what was going on? Did Andrea have a twin that Brenda didn't know about? Or was it really her friend Andrea? If so, had she lost her mind?
"So ..." Mrs. Marsh said, trying to break the uneasy silence. "Jake. How did you two meet? Up until now, I haven't even heard of you."
