A Taste of Cyrus

Chapter 1

I never liked it when the tourist season slowed down on the shore. It meant less business at the shop and more free time on my hands. Idol minds are the devils play yard, that’s what Momma Joe always says. I suppose that’s why we started Forever Steel to begin with. Sure, it brought in more money than the restaurant did, especially this time of year. I buy that-- but with four boys I'm pretty damn sure it also had a hell of a lot more to do with our idol hands than our minds. Pretty sure the idea came about when she caught Zandor with our neighbor’s wife. Funny as shit watching her chase them both out of the garage with that broom.

Zandor's pants were around his ankles as he ran out and Mrs. Betty’s tits were flying in the air. She still had her pants on, so I was confused... nah-- more like curious at first to what REALLY went on in our garage that night. That was until Jase and I overheard her going off about how wrong it was to have sex with a married woman. She was sputtering in half Italian and half English her hands flying everywhere. I remember it like yesterday.

“Momma, I didn’t have sex with her. She was performing fellatio.”

“Where do you learn words like that Aleszandor!”

“In your books, Momma. It’s beautiful-- adoring ones body, and your body being adored. Miss Betty was showing me the art work she had just gotten done, and ...”

“ZANDOR STEEL! Mrs. Betty has the leprechaun from that cereal tattooed on her fake breasts! It’s not art! Now is there something on your penis that she needed to adore?”

“Momma, not to brag but my penis IS a work of art….”

Jase and I were rolling when she pushed through the door and grabbed our ears, mind you we were a bit old for that shit but when your Momma is Josephina Steel-- that don’t matter at all. She dragged us out to the table and sat us down for one of those ‘chats’. Xavier was due home anytime, he was actually late but we convinced her that he had said after nine, not nine.