Tuesday Tickle: Kev ‘n Mo

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Tuesday Tickle: Kev ‘n Mo

The Bedlam–I mean, Badlam Hall residence assistants are having supper and talking about things that college kids talk about…

Paul raised his glass in salute. ��There were a more than average number of cute ones.��

Dawn snorted. ��Really? That��s what you were looking at? I saw a couple that we��re probably going to have to keep a closer eye on.��

��Oh my God, the parents of one of them, that guy with the reddish hair… I bet he’s going to be drunk all week, if he can find anyone to buy for him.��

��There��s a couple of girls I��m thinking the same thing about.�� Dawn pulled a small coil-bound notebook out of her pocket. ��I made notes.��

��Of course you did. Mom.��

��Fuck you.��

��Right now? I��m game. Table or floor?��

She scowled and flicked a forkful of peas at him. ��Don��t be a sexist ass.��

Paul pointed at Dawn with his chicken leg. ��Bradon has a MILF fetish. You’re going to need to put a bit of gray in your hair if you plan to keep him.��

Kev put his fork down and shot a glance around the table. ��Guys, I��m trying to eat. Stop putting nasty pictures in my brain.��

Bradon held his hands up in a defensive motion. ��Hey, there��s some good-looking moms running around here right now.��

��I��m not saying there isn��t. It’s the idea of your hairy butt hanging out in the open while I��m trying to finish my lasagna that’s making me queasy.��

The whole table laughed and Larissa poked Kev in the ribs. ��Can’t have that, scrawny-man. Eat. I��ll make sure Bradon keeps his mouth shut.�� She paused and then, with a wicked smile, asked, ��So, you didn��t notice any cute dads running around? Would that be a FILF fantasy?��

Kev put his fork down and finished his coffee. ��Okay, I��m done. There isn’t enough brain-bleach.��

��You wait until you’re a practicing psychologist, listening to everyone��s secret fantasies. You��ll be thanking us for the practice, getting a strong stomach.�� She grabbed his arm and made him sit down again. ��Eat. We��ll be good, promise.�� She directed a glare around the table.��

Kev smiled and picked up a forkful of lasagna. ��Yes, Mom.��