Queer bent bastard

As soon as she broke the hug, she looked around and her eyes settled on me. Suddenly I was feeling just a little nervous.

“Mom,” Kent said as he stepped over and knelt beside me, “this is Chad, the guy I tried to run over the other day.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Chad,” she said. “How are you, dear? I hope you weren’t injured too badly.”

“Hi Mrs. Logan,” I replied. “No, I’m fine, just a couple of bruises.”

“I’m so pleased to hear that,” she said sincerely.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Wait a minute,” she said as she seemed to suddenly clue in to something. “You’re not THE Chad are you?”

“Auntie, don’t,” Kyle said in a pleading voice.

“I think it’s time we left the younger generation to themselves, dear,” their dad said. “I’m too old to be up this late. Come on, it’s time for us old folks to call it a night.”

“Thanks Uncle Bob,” Kyle said with a grin, which his uncle returned.

“Come on, dear,” he said as he reached down to help her up. “Good night kids,” he said as he led their mom towards the house.

“Good night,” their mom called out as she was led away.