The Repairman’s Grandson (P.2)
“Did you tell him happy birthday,” my mother asked while I was sorting through the bags of stuff she bought during her day of shopping. “I wasn’t aware that it was Kyle’s birthday,” I said. “He just turned eighteen the other day, I believe,” my mother said. “Wait, just turned eighteen,” I asked. “I thought he was in college,” I asked. “He will be in the fall, from what his mother told me the other day when I ran into her,” my mother explained. I had just had hot sex with a high school boy. I couldn’t believe it. I was half-pissed that he lied to me, but kind of turned on that a young stud had such skills. At least he was eighteen and legal. “You know Kyle,” my mother continued. “I just met …