You, every time.

Part 7 - Phallus

Word count: 2135

The trio sat down just in front of the allies with what felt like a collective sigh.
"What did he say in there?" Jackie urged her sons to tell them about it the bathroom experience.
"He didn't really say much, it was more of..." Adam tried to think of the right words.
"And angry piss?" Suggested Johnny.
"A very angry piss." His brother agreed.
"A what?" Jackie looked confused.
"Yeah, I've had one of those," Martin shook his head in dismay whilst his wife gave him a confused glance. Maeve decided it would be best not to dwell on this idea, fearing that her imagination might get the better of her.
"Who's this then?" A croaky voice piped up from the lanes. Maeve assumed Mr Morris was referring to her strange appearance in the Goodman gathering.
"This is our friend Maeve." Johnny answered. Maeve was thankful that he hadn't explained why she was here but Martin obviously didn't get the social memo.
"The woman she was meant to be meeting stood her up so we said she could bowl with us," he added helpfully. Johnny shot his dad an irritated glance. Maeve simply put her hand on Johnny's shoulder, confirming that it was okay.
"You're one of those lesbians then?" The man asked with a tone of distain that Maeve did not appreciate.
"I'm bisexual, Mr Morris, I like men and women." She clarified.
"Well don't go oogling my Nellie's breasts then!"
"I beg your pardon?" Maeve nearly chocked on her own saliva. Johnny patted her thigh as if to say: I wouldn't worry about it.
Once Mr Morris seemed to distract himself from Maeve, Johnny whispered in her ear: "you won't go looking at my grandma's tits, will you Maeve?" With a tone of mock horror. The girl pushed him off with an irritated sigh.
"Only if you stop looking at mine," Maeve retorted with a triumphant grin, causing Johnny to blush and divert his eyes to the ceiling.
"Right, I'm gonna do my bowl now, you look after Nellie for me." Lou addressed the whole Goodman family.
"Right, okay, Mr Morris," Jackie reassured the man awkwardly. Maeve realised with some comfort that at least her date couldn't have been any worse than this.
"And make sure none of the men try it on with her, or that one of there." He gestured towards Maeve who felt like crawling into a ball every time he looked at her.
"We will do our best Mr Morris," Adam smiled, bemused by the idea of Maeve 'trying it on' with his grandmother.
"You know, fiddling with her breasts and so forth." Mr Morris walked off towards the allies, leaving the family in a disgusted silence.
"Like I said, he was very protective," Nellie said excitedly. She then walked off to dote on her fiancée, who was weighing up sizes of bowling balls by comparing them to Mrs Buller's breasts.
"Maybe you three should talk to grandma!" Jackie suggested in a whisper.
"No way!" Adam quickly refused.
"Alright then, maybe you should talk to Mr Morris?" The older woman tried.
"And say what? 'We hate you'," the older brother groaned.
"'Please die'," Johnny added.
"Maybe don't say please," their father chimed in unhelpfully.
"I can arrange that, those bowling balls would be heavy enough, don't you think?" Commented Maeve, rolling her eyes from the sarcasm.
"Well someone has to do something!" Jackie urged them.
"Why can't dad talk to him?" Questioned Adam.
"Because your father can't talk to people!" She protested.
"I can't talk to people!" The man agreed. Maeve allowed to conversation to wash over her, eyes focused on Mr Morris, who was making his way slowly down the lane, closer and closer to the pins.
"Uh, Johnny?" She tapped the boy of the shoulder and pointed towards his grandma's fiancé.
"What?" He turned and groaned when he saw Me Morris, "Should he be doing that?"
"Uh, Mr Morris!" Martin tried but gained no response.
"That is quite near," Adam began.
"Impossible to miss?" Continued his brother.
Mr Morris dropped the pink bowling and it dropped lazily into the gutter.
"Possible to miss! He does really exceed expectations, doesn't he?" The girl next to Johnny piped up.
"It was bad ball! Bloody buggered!" Complained the man who was now hobbling back towards them down the alley.
"Bad luck, Lou," Mrs Buller offered in a sympathetic tone.
Jackie leant in and whispered: "That man, is gonna be your grandfather."
Maeve leant up to Johnny's ear to murmur, "rather you than me,".