JOSH I was standing at the classily designed terrace of my penthouse, in my favorite designer robe, sipping on a glass of one of the most expensive wines in my collection and to have ever been produced, the 1992 Screaming Eagle Carbernet. Once that rich and velvety texture with notes of dark berries hit my tongue, I couldn't help but get mesmerized by the taste. I looked up at the bright morning sky, of which the sun basked me in its heat and its rays illuminated my skin gloriously. I also had a great view of the lively and splendorous New York. I looked down at the boisterous happenings below me. Vehicles zooming off, vendors out and proclaiming their products to prospective buyers, and officially dressed folks marching off to their places of work, hoping to arrive on time. I smiled at the state of the average man, whereas people like us couldn't be caught dead involving in the eager hustle and bustle of the intermediate class or the working class. "Ah, te voilà" (Oh, there yo

JOSH "Wow, that's a really good picture of me" I said, admiring the picture of my sexy self on a magazine cover I'd spotted a lady holding in a store at the side of the road. That was when a silly idea came to mind. I thought of the reaction I'd get if those ladies in that store happened to see me walk in and the possibility of them screaming or fainting played out in my head. I chuckled at that and decided to park properly before stepping out of my car. I crossed the street, walking over to the store. "Reading Culture, must be a bookstore or something" I said to myself on reading the delineation on the glass. I was sure Spencer's books were in there, a reason why I hated books even more. I finally got to the store and got in with the bell attached to the glass door jingling, signifying that someone had entered. "Welcome to Reading Culture and what would you like to..." came the lady at the counter but she paused on seeing me, her eyes widening and her expression showing that she

ELIZABETH "Spencer!" I screamed as I saw my son quickly getting off another man on my barging in. They were on the bed together trying to cover up themselves alarmingly with the white duvet. "Fuck" the other young man came. "Mother! Wh-Wha-What are you doing here?!" Spencer asked all sweaty, with wide eyes. "What the hell are you asking me that for huh? Aren't I welcomed in my son's house anymore?" I asked offended, as I noticed him swiftly pick up his briefs from the floor at the side and wore them under the duvet. The other young man followed as well. "You should have called first, you can't keep barging in on me whenever you want" he complained, his voice showing that he was offended though trying his best not to react too hardly as he got out of the bed, revealing his defined body. I quirked the corner of my lips in annoyance and my eyes suddenly caught his partner, slowly and quietly getting off the bed as if not to catch our attention. He was now picking up his clothes.