To both our surprise, I walked in on mom's cries, and not noticing wide eyes, but entranced by her thighs, I thought up quick lies, to tell dad or his spies, should I obtain that sweet prize to fill with cream pies.
Your mom finally got sick of you coming home bruised and crying like a bitch, so she stormed of to your bully's house to "Let him know exactly what I think of his behavior". Not long after, you got a video call from her phone.
