The apartment was quiet. It had been this way since Tina left. John Harding sat quietly at his kitchen table. The day's newspaper lay spread out in front of him, yet he hadn't read a single word from it. Tina had left a week ago, and he hadn't heard from her since. This happened on occassion after they had a big fight, but only for a day or two, not a week.
The first moment he began to worry, he decided to call Tina's mother. When her mother answered she seemed a little angry that he had called "You know Tina's really mad, she went out with some guy last night." Tina's mother had said. John imagined that she smiled as she said it, because she had never liked John from the very beginning. "Alright." John answered, and then hung up the phone. He felt like crying, yet part of him knew that this was probably for the best, since he wasn't even sure how he felt for Tina any more. Their relationship over the past year had changed, and John could except that.
Getting up from the kitchen chair, he went into the bedroom. He got undressed and moved himself into the bathroom where he took, a long shower. When he finally turned off the taps, the water was no longer warm, he had used all the available hot water. He got out and dried himself off. Heading towards his bedroom, a knock came from the door. With his towel wrapped tightly around him, he opened the door slightly. There stood Mrs. Huxley Tina's mother. Puzzled he asked
"Mrs. Huxley?" She pushed herself into the apartment. "Listen John, you and I need to have a little chat!" She exclaimed glancing around the apartment. "Excuse, but I'm going to go and get dressed first." John replied getting ready to turn and leave the small living room. "No, this will only take a few minutes." Mrs. Huxley sternly stated. Reluctantly John let himself sit on one of the kitchen chairs. The idea of being almost naked in front of Tina's mother, gave him a hard on, so sitting was probably the choice for the moment.
"Now I know, it's going to sound weird, but let me tell you something John, you can do much better than my daughter. She uses men, and that's the bottom line." Huxley said, taking off her thick black coat. Underneath she wore a blouse, which John quickly realized she wore no bra over top of her large breasts. It would be a long while before John could stand. He was positive that his erection was no longer concealed behind the fabric of the towel. "Mrs. Huxley, it's a little more complicated than that! We've had a fight, maybe she's left for the right reason's." John stammered out. Again he glanced at her large milky breasts. You've got to stop looking at them John! He thought deeply in his head. "Well John, I'll leave, but think about what I've said." She stood, and then said " Come here a moment and at least give me a hug"
John stood, not sure what to do, but moved closer to her, hoping that his erection did not come to her attention.