The VIRGIN STRIPPER

15

**** LISA MICHAELS ****

Walking into Harris' place felt heavenly, almost glorious. The floor was carpeted by a warm blanket-like carpet with little furry hairs sticking out of the fluffy white material. A few steps from the door sat a huge leather  couch with two pillows on either sides.

A crystal chandelier hang high up on the ceiling just above the couch while the fireplace glowed with fake amber crystals. A huge dutch painting hang on the left side of the living room while small candle bulbs ushered their way into what I assumed to be the kitchen.

Stilling my breathe, I turned around to look at Harris. He stood by the door looking at his phone before he rose his eyes to me.

"She's in the kitchen," he told me pointing to the direction I'd guessed earlier. " C'mon, let's go say hi."

Suddenly my feet felt weak. Not because I was shy -well, partly because- but because in all my 21 years of life I'd never had to meet a boy's mom. Friends or not. Walking behind him I felt that there were so many things that could go wrong.

What if she was the sassy type and she didn't like me? Or what if she was too nice and I found myself at a loss for words? What if dinner became awkward due to my inability to socialize freely with other people - A guy's mom to be more precise!

And holy macaroni I'd forgotten the scratches on my face! This was going to be disastrous.

"Mom!" Harris sang startling me as he ducked over the counter and ruffled the blonde hair in front of me. His mom's face turned with a huge smile etched on her beautiful face. She looked younger and could have fooled me for an elder sister at any time of  the day.

"You naughty rascal!" she said pinching his cheeks affectionately before she noticed me.

Her face took me in expressionlessly before she turned to her son inquisitively. Maybe she did not want to make a mistake? Looking away from both of them, I began to retreat subtly. Feeling my way with my feet.

"Her name is Lisa. A friend of mine." Harris told his mom making me stop but still not looking at them.

The lissome figure of his white clad mother came in front of me in no time and her eyes studied me more keenly.

"What happened to your face?" she asked quietly and urged me to look at her.

"She works at a club in town. Some woman attacked her last night." Harris explained popping a muffin in his mouth.

Her eyes leaving me for a second, she turned to give her son a scolding glance before she turned and beamed at me.

"You still look pretty. Now, why don't you help me serve as this pig of mine freshens up." the latter she said to Harris with a cold glare and he made a stupid pout making me smile as he walked out. "Always been the clown." she told me as she picked up a few plates from a rack on her left. "So you like him?"

"Yes," I replied quietly as I took the plates from her, "We've been good friends."

"It's just like him to make new friends in a new town." she said with a smile. "I'm a fashion designer. My son said he'd introduce me to the new face for my new brand."

My eyes widened at her as I placed the wine glasses on the table. "You mean-"

"Yes dear, he told me so last night when I came by. Had to wait and meet you."

"He didn't tell me anything." I told her silently. 

"Oh, it's okay.  So are you still studying?" she asked  distractedly taking out a foiled dish from the oven.