AN: Yeah, another one-shot. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: So…how would you feel if your Mom found a condom wrapper in your room? And the worst part is: you’re a girl. Uh oh.

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I felt mortified.

And betrayed. I guess.

She had no right to be stomping in my room and be hunting around. This was my room. What ever was in this room belonged to me and was totally confidential and private unless I chose it to be otherwise. She. Had. No. Right.

And there she stood, waving that evil thing that depicted a seductively smiling, naked woman covering her breasts and her ‘down there’, in my face. She was screaming at me about how disappointed she was in me. Disappointed that I’d thrown away something so precious to some ‘scruff of a boy’. Disappointed that I hadn’t kept the kind of morals she had been taught to keep.

And there I stood, probably looking like an overripe tomato, my ears pinker than Cinderella’s dress, my eyes downcast, staring at the floor in dejection and anger that she wasn’t willing to listen to my story. Dejection didn’t even cut it. Betrayed was more like it!

And as I said before, mortified.

“How could you do this, Lenny? How?” she demanded.

“But mom—”

“Didn’t we have the ‘sex talk’ before?” she paused shortly then continued. “Didn’t I tell you where a boy is not to touch or feel or worse…enter? Didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did mom,” Oh golden apples! I really hope no-one was hearing this! “But I—”

“Lenny, I have to tell your father about this,” she said flatly.

“But!—” oh no, no, no, no, no. Not my father at all. I won’t be alive when she’s finished.

“No buts Lenny. What you did is serious, what if you’re pregnant?”

“But I’m not! I’m not because—”

“What if you have some sort of venereal disease?”

“Mom, I don’t have any diseases, I—”

“Melanie, I’m so, so very disappointed right now,”

It was useless talking to her in this mood. How was I going to get myself out of this scrape? Why was this happening to me? And besides, I was eighteen! Why the hell couldn’t I do anything without disappointing anybody? I was my own woman! Well…except the fact that I still lived with my parents but still…I was my own woman!

“…and if I hadn’t decided to help you clean up your stuff I would have never known you were sexually active,” she brandished the condom wrapper in my face again.

“Mom, the condom wrapper isn’t—”

There was a knock on the door and before I could say ‘stay out’, my sixteen year old brother marched into the room like if he owned it, which made my irritation reach its high point. I glanced at Mom to see whether she had hid the condom wrapper but no, that woman had no sense of shame at all.

So as my mother was quiet, I took the chance. “Mom, that condom wrapper isn’t mine,”

She glared at me. “Then who’s is it then?” oh she is so believing.

Then my brother snagged the wrapper out of her fingers and with a vixen smile said,

“Thank you very much,”

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AN: I wonder if this has ever happened to anybody? Weeeellll, it ain’t ever happened to me because I’m smarter than that! -:shifty eyes:- I didn’t say that out loud! Lol! Anywhen, review if you did/didn’t like it. Still review if you didn’t care about it and tell me so in your review. Any and all would be appreciated, once it’s constructive.

--MS