“What the fuck were you doing in there?” My mom was screaming at me.
“Nothing, I swear to God.”
“That's bullshit and you know it. I could smell the pot and I saw John coming out of there. Janet is going to be pissed that you had friends over there. You know how she is,” my mom yelled at me. When she finished her sentence though, I was absolutely relieved. Sure it sucked about her finding out that I was smoking pot, but she didn't find out about our sex-filled afternoon.
“I'm going to call Janet and let her know,” my mom said, now somewhat calm.
“No, you don't have to do that. I'll tell her.” somehow I had convinced her not to call Janet. Aside from being grounded, I had managed to avoid a sure disaster.
“Alright Mikey, but you have to deal with the consequences. You're going to have to do whatever she says,” my mom said.
“That won't be a problem mom,” I answered.
A few days later, Janet came home and my mom forced me to go next door and apologize. Luckily, she was home alone, because even though Janet was cool with what happened, I'm sure her husband wouldn't have been. I knocked on the door and she answered.