IF Shannon had no objections. Danni thought that Shanni wouldn’t mind her partner having a once in a while tryst with me. It was better to keep it in the family and less complications to deal with. After all we had been in love all our lives, so now that I was an adult, being in lust was not too far removed from that feeling, right next to it as far as I was concerned. In my private contemplation, I was sure that Shannon would not mind. Considering her recent ‘experimental experience’ with me, she might even entertain the idea of a three-some – I hoped! I didn’t mention that to Danni, nor about what had transpired with Shannon’s Machiavellian bedroom mix and match. As well, I knew better than to admit the fact that I had banged Susie too, and was hoping of an occasional assignation at the other end of the street also!
For a few weeks things went back to normal, though our odd family set-up wouldn’t be considered the norm even so. Momma Susie and dad smoked the weed, got high and had great sex. I could tell, because they were so noisy when they fucked stoned. That and they made a lot of late night trips to the fridge for snacks. Mom Danni and mother Shannon, she who instigated all the recent round-robin of naughty bed hopping, were getting along fabulously and never seemed happier or more into each other. SHIT! I was the only one not getting laid. (Not counting the co-ed from college I picked up at the pizza parlor one night. She liked that vertical doggie position mom taught me!)
The one day I got a text message. ‘911 come home now & see me 1st Shan’. Oh Boy! I wondered who had died, or been shot by an angry partner maybe, something was up and what had gone down was definitely not good. Shannon was never the one who broke bad new to me; it was always mom Danni or dad. I got a sick fear in my stomach that maybe one of them had cancer. Mom was who’d tell me if it was about dad, so that meant . . . Oh! Jeez! Don’t let it be so! I grabbed my keys, jumped in the car and rushed home from my buddy’s house. Thank God no cops saw me run three stop signs!
I pulled into the driveway and saw that both Danni’s and Shannon’s car were parked there. Was that good or bad? I found Shannon in the living room. She was in her flannel ‘misery robe’ and had a glass that looked like Scotch whiskey, a very bad sign, since this was the same set up as when her own mother had died. ‘AW DAMN!!’ I thought.
“Coommee heerree, buh bab-by” she blubbered. Mother Shannon, never called me ‘baby’, only mom Danni, where was mom Danni? I want my mommy! “I have to tell you something, and I didn’t want you to go to your father’s house and discover it.”
“Is my mom . . is” I was petrified with terror. “Is mom Danni okay?”
“She’sh – fine, fine – I hope.”
What the hell was going on? Then I figured it out. “Dad and Susie got busted for pot, didn’t they? Is it bad, do they have a lawyer yet? They didn’t rat me out did they? Shit! That’s it. I’m going to be arrested for selling them the dope. But I gave it to them. How is that selling? It was only an ounce. How much trouble am I in?”