The Tempest Prologue 9

Prologue 9

Freddy looked at himself in the mirror. He was tall, but he was not well built like those jocks who played football. They all looked bulky beneath their shirt. He did wondered how he would looked like if he that big.

"Oops! I am sorry, Freddy." The door was opened by his mother. He must had forgotten to lock it then. His mother had seen him standing there naked in front of the mirror. He reached for his clothes and covered himself. She was not leaving and walked on in.

"Its not the first time I seen you naked, Freddy but..." She wanted to ask but he was agitated by the intrusion and more to it, he was fifteen.

"Mother, you could had knocked. I was getting dressed up." Freddy defended himself. In actual fact he was embarrassed by her as he had a hard on then. His mother then shrugged her shoulders and turned to walk out.

"I was just coming in to tell you that Alice is downstairs." Abigail walked out of her son' room to the stairs. She heard the library door closed and knew that Alan was back. She went downstairs and walked in. It was not for her to knock and if there was a family meeting, she was part of it, or no meeting in her house.

"Hey, darling. Could you not please knock." Alan was by himself at the desk and had just taken off his coat. "I could be humping a movie star now."

Abigail locked the library door and walked over to her husband.

"The only movie star you could humped is me." Abigail was a movie star, more like a second stringer but she caught the attention of Alan Nates. He wanted to make her the main star but she decided hat real mobster world was more appealing than the movie sets.

"I am concerned on Freddy." She spoke to her husband who was ravishing at her bosom with his lips while his hands were on their own amorous journey. She pulled away from her husband.

"He was naked in his room, and holding his penis." She spoke out.

"Darling, that's normal. He was probably fantasizing on what's her name....Alice, was it?" Alan pulled her to him but she pushed him off.

"He was not. I think he was examining himself." Abigail turned to walked away. "He could be different."

"No way my son is different. None of the Nates were ...different." Alan voiced out. "Freddy would be a man. If I had to force him myself."

That ended the discussion between the two, but Alan Nates did had a nagging feeling. He had seen his son, taken him out to be with the boys. He joined them in the swim at the pool, and sometimes even in the changing room. Alan noticed that he was shy and at times, kept to the corner, but he displayed something sad. He likes to stare at the boys while changing or in the pool. He asked Freddy once.

"What are you staring at?" Alan asked.

"Oh, nothing." Freddy replied. That got him more worried and he consulted Paul.

"The kid is growing. He is just curious." Paul laughed. Alan took that advise with a heavy heart. He did not get over it for a long time.