It was Saturday morning and Josh was visiting at his friend’s house, Jordan Meadows. They were flipping through comics and graphic novels in Jordan’s room. The two had been friends for a few years now. Josh and Jordan, inseparable buddies both at school and in their little community.
Their comic-browsing reverie was shattered by the shrill voice of Mrs. Meadows, shrieking from the kitchen.
“Jordan Meadows, come in here this instant!’
Josh and Jordan gave each other knowing looks. Jordan slumped out of the room. Josh felt bad for him.
Josh waited for a few seconds, then slinked after Jordan, hiding behind furniture and listening. He couldn’t help himself. It was always so funny when Jordan got into trouble.
And Mrs. Meadows was hot. Really fucking hot. He hid behind the sofa, which was close to kitchen. He could hear everything.
“Jordan, what the hell is this doing on my phone!”
“I don’t know, mom…”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? I sure as hell couldn’t have put it there.”
“I’m sorry mom…I was just playing around…I meant to delete it.”