Fallen

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
I stood there stupidly, looking at Karly's mother, Marsha. She was standing in the bedroom of my home, looking at me expectantly. She had just informed me that I would be coming come with her and Karly for the holiday...

Karly was still wrapped up in my arms, having found her Christmas presents and having said thank you for them in the second nicest way I could think of at the moment, by kissing me passionately.

Suddenly she pushed me back, "Outta the way, I'm packing here!" she announced.

I looked at her, hoping she would just stop, but knowing that she wouldn't. The look on Mrs. Kay's face told me that she was not going to be brooking any lip from me on this issue. I knew that the two of them had cornered me and there was nothing to be done at this point other than go to it and make my way out the other side...

I smiled dumbly at Mrs. Kay. "Would you like a... tour?" I asked her with a finishing smile.

Her face lit up, "I would love one Shawn!"

I pointed at the floor, "Bedroom slash living room. Uh, kitchen, bathroom. That concludes our tour. Our next tour will be in two minutes with a new tour beginning every two minutes after that..."

She laughed, a genuine, true laugh, "Shawn, the way Karly talks about this place you would think it would be the Taj Mahal! Show me around!"

An embarrassed look passed my face, "Your daughter sees my little place through rose colored glasses." I held my arms out, "Look at the troll she's dating... she's not much one for taste..."

A shirt came flying out of my closet and hit me in the head, "Fuck you! I have great taste!"

You taste great... I thought guiltily to myself...

I smiled at her mom again. "Uh. Bedroom." I pointed to my shitty little twin bed, which had seen its fair share of me and Karly crawling around in it lately... "Bed." My shitty little chair, "Chair." My pile of cinder blocks and boards, "Bookcase."

Mrs. Kay made a weird cooing noise and ran over to look at the books piled up there.

Women make the weirdest noises... I thought to myself.

How many pairs of underwear do you need?" Karly yelled from out of the closet behind me...

I was watching Karly's mom paw at my books and I answered without thinking... "I don't plan on soiling myself, so one..." I spun around, "Why are you pawing through my underwear? Karly! Your mom is right here!"

She poked her head out and had a pair of my underwear wrapped around her head.

Oh, my fucking god! I thought in horror.

Mrs. Kay looked back and snorted in laughter, "Oh Karly! Let me take a picture of you two together!"

Karly ran up and looked at the camera, one eye poking out through a leg hole of my underwear...

The picture was one of pure horror on my face as the two ladies swarmed around my house entertaining themselves.

I've died, and this is hell. I thought to myself...

Karly turned her head so she could look at me through the leg hole of the underwear... "So how many pairs...?"

"Please pack them all..." I asked her in horror, mainly to end the line of questioning as quickly and painlessly as possible.

A horrible, horrible thought occurred to me right then and I quickly glanced back and snuck a look at Karly's mom... she was still thankfully engrossed in looking over my collection of books.