“If you give those to my mom she’ll wash them.”

I looked down at my dark gray sweatpants and shook my head. “Dude, these are gross. They’ve got blood and mud on them from football.” I looked at the crotch and laughed. “And probably some jizz, too. Not sure.”

Caleb laughed. “She won’t bat an eyelash. I saw her down in the laundry room a few minutes ago. If you hurry, she’ll throw them in.”

“She’s your mom. You ask her,” I said, thrusting the pants at him.

He held up his hands. “Dude, I’m not touching them. They’re disgusting.” Then he jogged off to the bathroom to take a shower.

I hurried down the hall and took the steps fast. I didn’t have anything else to... Read More