Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)JanÅgeSolstad
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2012
- Location
- NYC
Even as a highschool student, Jarvis knew that his family was well-off. Their house was a restored historical landmark on several acres at that part of town where only the very well-off lived, where the city melded into the countryside. If that wasn't enough, he was vaguely aware that his father, as a diplomat whose ethical rules somehow seemed to permit him to travel in private jets, accept all manner of gifts, and sit on the boards of several companies, was a remarkably successful man.
That was how he had nabbed his mother. Well, step-mother, he corrected himself. She was a model or something like it, or she had been before her new life with a family. These days, she was a socialite... a remarkably gorgeous, wealthy, lucky, lonely socialite.
He'd started to notice that recently. It was a vague sadness about her. Of course it was. His father was busy and away half the time or more, and when he was home, he was too busy with parties and meetings and frankly sleep to spend much time with her. The odd dinner date here and there did not a happy marriage make.
So of course, he'd made it a point to include her more in... life in general. Most boys didn't want to hang around with their mothers, let alone their stepmothers, but in his case... well, she was alright. That was why when he'd invited her to the pool. His friend was due in just a few moments, but so was she, and he'd give her the best time that he could with the means that he had, anyway.
In a pair of swintrunks that cost more than the average wristwatch, and indeed in a wristwatch that cost more than most houses, with his slim but fit build, Jarvis was already starting to become an eligible bachelor, even at his age, he noted. In fact, his stepmother seemed to notice too... he'd seen the way he looked at her, from time to time, and it made him grin to himself. Grin, and wonder...
That was how he had nabbed his mother. Well, step-mother, he corrected himself. She was a model or something like it, or she had been before her new life with a family. These days, she was a socialite... a remarkably gorgeous, wealthy, lucky, lonely socialite.
He'd started to notice that recently. It was a vague sadness about her. Of course it was. His father was busy and away half the time or more, and when he was home, he was too busy with parties and meetings and frankly sleep to spend much time with her. The odd dinner date here and there did not a happy marriage make.
So of course, he'd made it a point to include her more in... life in general. Most boys didn't want to hang around with their mothers, let alone their stepmothers, but in his case... well, she was alright. That was why when he'd invited her to the pool. His friend was due in just a few moments, but so was she, and he'd give her the best time that he could with the means that he had, anyway.
In a pair of swintrunks that cost more than the average wristwatch, and indeed in a wristwatch that cost more than most houses, with his slim but fit build, Jarvis was already starting to become an eligible bachelor, even at his age, he noted. In fact, his stepmother seemed to notice too... he'd seen the way he looked at her, from time to time, and it made him grin to himself. Grin, and wonder...