Will You?

Lance woke up the next day feeling weirdly happy and eager. Unlike most mornings, he could remember what he dreamed last night. It was all about Cara, the beautiful woman whom he had a secret crush on. The intensity of this crush increased by leaps and bounds the more he saw her. Today, he was feeling the need to see her again. That need you get when you've had a hurried glimpse or taste of something. Now, he was beginning to wonder if her eyes were blue or green. "Hello sleepyhead," his mother hailed as she walked past. "Thought I'd catch you in bed. Breakfast's ready!" "Morning, Mom," he murmured as he stepped out of his room. He followed her and went to the sitting room, while she stopped at the dining. There, he slumped down on a sofa and turned on the TV. "Won't you eat your breakfast?" "In a minute," he called back. "What! Get your lazy ass over here, boy. Don't want you lacking those important vitamins." 

"Where is he?", Lance asked his friend as he squinted at the small football pitch. "Can't see him.""Over there," Rex said, pointing to a young boy wearing the No. 11 shirt. "Oh yeah? He sure looks like Diego Maradona." "A bit taller, though," Rex shrugged as he gulped the rest of his water. Lance laughed at the remark and leaned back to enjoy the game which was just about to begin. They were among other parents, guardians and family members seated in the stands, watching their little men play in the school's football practice match. Lance and Rex had been coaching Rex's little brother, Chase, for weeks and they had promised to drop by to cheer him on and watch him score as many goals as he could. "Go get 'em, Chase!", Rex hailed and hooted from the stands as the whistle was blown for kick-off. But trouble began immediately. He and Lance kept their eye on Chase as he tried to fight off an opponent who was trying

Lance was happy with his work of developing software and web design, though he knew that someday he'd have to go to college, just to satisfy his mom. She was bent on him getting a degree. He thought she was old school, but the truth was that she feared that the ease with which he was making money now would be the same ease with which he would not be able to make such money in the near future. She really did not fully understand what he was doing, but she had the firm belief that whatever came easy left easy. Lance would be 20 in a few days and Carol wanted to at least have a party for him at the house. A real party. One where he'd be given the chance to invite everyone he'd like to invite. She was proud of him and she wanted him happy, even though he wasn't making her very happy by still not applying for college, but she wouldn't stop reminding him. She wanted to tell the entire neighborhood that her son and only child wasn't a good-for-nothing lazy bum. He

It'd been well over a month since the last time Lance spent the night in Cara's bed. Within this period, they'd grown closer in more ways than one, but not close enough for Cara to be careless. That was why she always came up with excuses whenever he asked to spend the night at her place. On those days when she couldn't get out of it without promising something, she would agree to sex in his car or hers, parked in a quiet, deserted area.On one such days, they were almost caught by a policeman whom she knew, if not for Lance's agility in jumping to the driver seat and driving out of the area before the cop could find out exactly what had caused the car to vibrate so much. After that narrow escape, Cara swore there and then never again to be fully naked while having sex in a car.But that was far from being the only thing they engaged in. Dinner and going to the movies were other things they did too, always at night of course, to reduce the risk of being seen by someone

**FEW MONTHS LATER** Lance had been struck by surprise when his mother invited him to accompany her to her friend's birthday party, which would also double as a get-together of classmates of a girls community college that Carol and the celebrant had both attended. Lance was supposed to wear a tuxedo, certainly not something he did often. But the worst part was the bow tie. Carol had only given him a few hours notice, asking him to wear this and that, and look such and such. So the poor young man began prancing about in front of a computer screen an hour before the 8pm attendance time. Apparently, the DIY YouTube videos were not so easy to follow. His mother soon noticed his dilemma."Maybe you should stand exactly the way the guy's standing, instead of facing him," she suggested."Seriously? That would mean I'd have to turn my back to him, so how do I get to see him?""Get a mirror. And we're only minute