The traffic on the road that day was virtually non existent. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by forests. When I looked under the hood, I found that the fan belt had broken. Half way there, the piece of shit rent-a-car stalled. I dropped off my bag and I thought that I'd kill time by taking a drive to the nearest grocery store to get some flowers for mom and something for me to munch on. I hadn't given mom an exact time of arrival and so it really was my fault that no one was there to greet me. I just figured out that they were all out shopping or something. I finally arrived at mom's place after an hour long flight and an exhausting four hour drive. Then I arranged to visit her and my new family that following weekend. I am six feet one inch tall and weigh only one hundred and sixty pounds. It was good to hear: I work out a lot and my body frame is in good shape. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I had just turned twenty-two when my mother rang me from Florida with the news that she was getting married again.
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