So anyway, I'm sitting in my room right now, it's about two in the morning and I really can't believe what I've just seen. It boggles my mind. The funny thing is that I'm partly responsible for what happened. Yes I'm going to explain what happened, but first you'll need some details. As I said, I live with my mom Pratima. She's thirty-nine years old, with shoulder length red hair and still turns heads when she enters a room. She's about 5'5 and 125 lbs. Not overly blessed in the chest but respectable. Even though she has red hair there's not a freckle to be found, and thanks to the rigorous workouts she puts herself through, she's built like you wouldn't believe. Now remember my friend Rahul? He absolutely loves my mom. He told me the first time he saw her he fell in love. Most of the time I just laughed it off because I'd also heard a couple of my friends talk about my mom that way. It was nothing new.
The summer after me and Rahul turned eighteen we were playing basketball and talking trash like we always did. We started calling each other bitches and then saying that the other couldn't get any pussy. Now, neither Rahul nor I did very well in the chick category but we'd been laid a few times during high school. Anyway, the trash talk got more and more heated and it ended up with Rahul saying he could score with any chick I knew. After he made a few jump shots on me I said he was full of shit, so he bet me a thousand rupees he could. Now I don't know whether it was the anger over losing or what that made me bet him, but I could really use the extra cash. The only thing was, I really didn't know any girls that I could ironclad swear Rahul couldn't score with. Then it hit me. I don't know why those particular neurons fired that day, or why the hell I even considered it, but I opened my big mouth.
"Hey man, I know a girl who you've liked forever you wouldn't stand a chance with." I teased him.
"Shit, just say the name and she's all mine." Rahul replied.
"Pratima." I said calmly.
"Pratima who?" Rahul asked with a funny look on his face.
"Pratima Patel, also known as my mom." I laughed.
At this point I fully expected Rahul to just laugh it off and curse me in defeat but the son of a bitch did the last thing I thought he would, he called my bluff.
"Alright man, by next weekend I'm gonna be your new daddy,
Knowing that I had a lock on winning this little bet I looked Rahul in the eyes and shook his hand. He told me that I couldn't do anything to sabotage him or the bet was off. Also, I had to do what he said while he was around my mom. I told him that I wouldn't do anything unfair; besides, I knew full well he didn't stand a chance with my mom. I told Rahul that I would need proof of the act. A picture or video, his word would not be enough. After talking it over while we cooled down Rahul said that he'd start tomorrow (Saturday). I just laughed and told him I'd see him then. After that I walked home.