coastguy73
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I can't believe I let her talk me into this, 18 year old Craig thought as pushed through the back door. The sun behind him cast a long shadow across the kitchen floor and shone his dark black hair.
"Mom" he called. His thick chest heaved as he bellowed. I'll just let her take a few pictures and this will be over with. How did she talk me into this he thought for the hundredth time that day.
The night before, 7PM
"I talk to your Aunt Joan again today," she said cautiously. She looked up to see her son's handsome face immediately cloud over.
"She said that if we can send her some polaroids, she thinks she can get you at the very least a test shoot out there at her firm. And you have always wanted to go those museums in New York." She paused to study Craig's sharp handsome face, could see the muslces tighten along his jaw. She'd asked him dozens of times before, but he always refused. But, the more he refused, the more she thought something like this would be just what he needed to boost his confidence. Her son was gorgeous she knew, but she'd never seen him with a girl. She knew he was straight from the magazines she'd found in his room and knew girls were interested in him from the stares her 6'2" son drew when they were out. She decided, he just needed some confidence, and figured that if he realized he was good looking enough to get his picture taken...her musings were interrupted by Craig's surprisingly deep voice.
"Just a few right?" he asked looking down and shyly stirring his mashed potatoes.
Startled, she said, "huh." Not sure she had heard him right she asked, "Well if that means you are going to do it, yes. We'll just take a few."
Craig thought, ok, it means she'll stop bugging me about girls and New York, I'll do it.
Thursday 3:30
God I hope we can get this over with quick, Craig thought and bellowed out again, "Mom, are you home?"
"Mom" he called. His thick chest heaved as he bellowed. I'll just let her take a few pictures and this will be over with. How did she talk me into this he thought for the hundredth time that day.
The night before, 7PM
"I talk to your Aunt Joan again today," she said cautiously. She looked up to see her son's handsome face immediately cloud over.
"She said that if we can send her some polaroids, she thinks she can get you at the very least a test shoot out there at her firm. And you have always wanted to go those museums in New York." She paused to study Craig's sharp handsome face, could see the muslces tighten along his jaw. She'd asked him dozens of times before, but he always refused. But, the more he refused, the more she thought something like this would be just what he needed to boost his confidence. Her son was gorgeous she knew, but she'd never seen him with a girl. She knew he was straight from the magazines she'd found in his room and knew girls were interested in him from the stares her 6'2" son drew when they were out. She decided, he just needed some confidence, and figured that if he realized he was good looking enough to get his picture taken...her musings were interrupted by Craig's surprisingly deep voice.
"Just a few right?" he asked looking down and shyly stirring his mashed potatoes.
Startled, she said, "huh." Not sure she had heard him right she asked, "Well if that means you are going to do it, yes. We'll just take a few."
Craig thought, ok, it means she'll stop bugging me about girls and New York, I'll do it.
Thursday 3:30
God I hope we can get this over with quick, Craig thought and bellowed out again, "Mom, are you home?"
