Brad temporarily lives with his girlfriend's hot mom.
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I woke up slowly, stretching tentatively, feeling the aches and pains that came from hard work as a roustabout in the oilfields in and around Brea. I staggered out of bed, winced at the effort of pulling on my boxers, then tottered across the room feeling wooden, as if I had no joints. I opened the bedroom door and limped into the hall towards the bathroom.
"Good morning, Brad," said Mrs. Arnold from the breakfast nook.
"Unnh. Morning," I said. I looked towards her, but the blazing sun coming through the sliding glass doors behind her made me squint. I gave a little wave and kept walking towards the bathroom.
"Would you like some breakfast? How about some scrambled eggs with onions and cheese?"
"Sure, thanks," I sai
