18-06-2019, 04:52 PM
Spencer watched his dad walk off the dancefloor and into the living room. Resentfully, Spencer left the window that showed his mom in all her glory, and he shuffled against the stucco back to the living-room window. He peered in just in time to see his dad opening a white door and walking inside. Spencer could tell by the floor tile that it was a bathroom.
With that anticlimactic event fully explained, Spencer hurried back to the other window. He saw that his mom had moved to a darker part of the dancefloor. She was dancing by herself to the new song, seemingly biding her time. But then, an average-bodied man, dressed as Braveheart, walked up to Breanna and spoke into her ear so that she could hear him over the music. He carefully placed his hand on her exposed midriff as he spoke to her.
The onlooking son wanted to bang on the glass until it broke. He knew that move. He saw it every time he went to a party, and he often did it himself. He watched as his mom smiled in a friendly way and spoke back to him. Pangs of jealousy came to Spencer. He was hoping his dad would strut in and catch the man in all his embarrassment.
That would have to wait though because, apparently, the wannabe Braveheart convinced Breanna to be his dancing partner. Spencer was glad to see that she was just holding his hand at a distance, smiling in a lighthearted way. It was not a big deal by any stretch, and Spencer was more at ease.
As the song progressed, however, the 50-year-old man in the brown sash and kilt began pulling Breanna in close before she would twirl away. To Spencer's surprise, his mom allowed him to place his hands on her sides as she put hers on his shoulders. They danced facing each other with a gap in between.
With that anticlimactic event fully explained, Spencer hurried back to the other window. He saw that his mom had moved to a darker part of the dancefloor. She was dancing by herself to the new song, seemingly biding her time. But then, an average-bodied man, dressed as Braveheart, walked up to Breanna and spoke into her ear so that she could hear him over the music. He carefully placed his hand on her exposed midriff as he spoke to her.
The onlooking son wanted to bang on the glass until it broke. He knew that move. He saw it every time he went to a party, and he often did it himself. He watched as his mom smiled in a friendly way and spoke back to him. Pangs of jealousy came to Spencer. He was hoping his dad would strut in and catch the man in all his embarrassment.
That would have to wait though because, apparently, the wannabe Braveheart convinced Breanna to be his dancing partner. Spencer was glad to see that she was just holding his hand at a distance, smiling in a lighthearted way. It was not a big deal by any stretch, and Spencer was more at ease.
As the song progressed, however, the 50-year-old man in the brown sash and kilt began pulling Breanna in close before she would twirl away. To Spencer's surprise, his mom allowed him to place his hands on her sides as she put hers on his shoulders. They danced facing each other with a gap in between.