“Twenty years old and suddenly needs to make pancakes. Doesn’t have anything to do with this guy, does it?”“Bret. The guy’s name is Bret.”...She could have avoided the hassle by not telling them. If she had to tell them, they could at least learn Bret’s name. “Bret has many talents; he proves theorems, programs computers, designs computer games. He doesn’t cook many breakfasts.”“Designs computer games?” Why hadn’t she told him? Larry played computer games, and she’d told Mom and Dad who despised. Adam didn't know if he had ever seen his mother this angry before, or this tired looking."Mom!" He squeaked, then before he could think better of it, "I've missed you." For a split moment, he saw her face lighten, then turn angry again. If it was possible, he thought her beautiful face had become even angrier."So you got your sister pregnant, huh? Way to go." Carol's voice was ice as it left her lips. "What are you going to do now, huh? You don't have a job, so how are you going to take care of. She was visibly sad that she wasn’t going to be staying the night. I went over my room to retrieve a fresh shirt. I put it on and went back towards the living room. When I did so, I saw my mother towards the other end of the house in the hallway. She was sitting in the hallway with her back up against the wall. She was about 10 feet past the living room. She was slouched looking down. I froze for a moment thinking she may have heard Arlene and I. I continued to the living room and grabbed my. Changing body and all that.My brow furrowed slightly at the thought. Something about that wasn’t right, but before I could really think about what it was, the doorbell rang again.“Mom!”“I’m coming,” she cried out. I felt a pang of guilt - I knew how excited she was about this date. She’d been primping herself for like ten hours, just getting ready.I’d assured her fifty million times that yes, her tits looked fine in the black top that she’d picked out. I say “top” - it was more like a corset..