Holding Mom
"I'm home!" Kenny Roberts yelled throwing his duffle bag full of football gear on the floor, wondering where his Mom was. Most days she'd hear him coming up the drive and meet him at the door. He knew it wasn't normal for a son to be greeted at the door by your mother, but she was a total babe. She was tall, maybe five feet nine inches. Her jet-black hair was always kept pinned to the back of her head, giving an even more refined and high-class look to her, not that she needed it. Her...