"Nicholas, give me some supplies," Aunt Angeline said, looking determined.
"Oo...kay?" Nicholas hoped she wasn't talking about that kind of supplies.
"Rubbers, condoms, what-have-you."
That's that, then. "Umm...Why?" The moment the last word came out of his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. He didn't want to know what his aunt gets up to in bed!
"They're for Samuel."
"I'm sure Sam has his own 'supplies,' Yi yi."
"I want to make sure he won’t accidentally impregnate his current girlfriend." He suspected she wanted to say 'trollop.'
Opening his backpack, he bypassed lube sachets and dug out two condoms.
After his aunt stowed them away in her purse, he said, "You do realize that if Sam didn't self-combust from humiliation first, he'd think that you approve of this relationship, don't you?" Being passive-aggressive never works with Sam; Aunt Angeline should know that.
"He'd think I approve, and he'd drop her in a New York minute," she said with grim satisfaction.
"Ahhhh," Nicholas vocalized. "Parental approval as the death knoll to relationship, got it. Might work."
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