She had a grim smile, "My son, the officer. OK, we'll go to an Italian restaurant. Let's have Agnes too; like you, she was working on me to get out for quite sometime."
As we were ready to drive to the restaurant, Mom wore a long sleeved blouse and a simple skirt. Agnes, though, had on a short black dress that accentuated her busty figure and a pair of high heeled shoes. She obviously tried to attract attention...
Agnes saw me ogling her figure and grinned, "Big boy, it's time to start ogling spring chickens. You are a catch, and it will be easy for you to find the right one."
I chuckled, "Lady, my heart responds to mature ladies. Young girls do not interest me at all." Agnes and Mom looked at each other but stayed mum.
The food was tasty. Italian food, especially the meats and pasta,
