You shake your head, still having difficultly believing your son would even bother asking you to strip down in front of him and his friends like this. "I'm sorry, Zach, but there is no way I'm taking my clothes off in front of you guys. I suggest you just forget you ever even seriously asked me this." You turn to walk away, eager to get away from the three boys...all the lightheartedness of the day completely wiped away.
Before you can leave, though, Zack sighs and says, "I told you guys she wouldn't do it." Jon nods to him and rises from his seat. Over six feet tall as the team's goalkeeper, he towers over you as walks over to where you stand. To your shock, he firmly grasps one of your wrist in his strong hands. As you reach over and try to free your hand, he grabs your other wrists. He firmly pulls your arms up to directly over your head. He is so tall, and pulls your arms up so high that you find yourself standing on the tips of your toes. "Jon! Let me go!!" you scream.
Instead, it is your son who calmly responds. "I'm sorry, Mom. I made a promise to the guys, and you made a promise to me. Like it or not, we are both going to keep our promises." |