Primer and protection.
Oh I love my mother, she walked in my room for the second time today. This time she walks in with items in hand and I don’t notice what they are until she is handing them to me. In one hand she has folded magazines the other hand she has a bag. The bag is semi-transparent but not enough to accurately guess what the contents. I stop what I am doing on my pc, and make eye contact. She then takes que and flops open the magazines. On which two, obviously homosexual, males both that are lacking shirts, tanned to perfection, and smiles wider than their faces supports. I look up to her again with a question on my face, before I can speak she states “They are gay magazines, I have another one for you downstairs but I first I must read an article in it that interested me. Oh and here, me and Pat also bought you these” as she hands me the transparent bag. Before I can open it she exclaims “They’re condoms” she continues to talk about the article she wanted to read upon before releasing the third magazine to me. I really didn’t get a word out of it as I was sort of set off from my thoughts from the gifts, I guess you could call them, from my mother.