--[Lois]--
"Mrs. Griffin, it's so good to meet you finally. "
I froze as I was suddenly wrapped up by a pair of muscular arms that threatened to lift me straight off the ground. They completely encircled my waist and squeezed like a vice, but it was surprisingly comforting as the heat of Ramon's body seeped into mine.
A sigh of disappointment nearly escaped my lips as Ramon stepped back to smile down at me with his perfect teeth and well-defined cheekbones, "I-it's good to meet you as well, a-and please just call me Lois."
"I have no problem with that," Ramon replied amicably, as he gestured over to the lone table in the middle of the restaurant, "Please take a seat, Megan should be out any second, and then we can eat."
I followed Ramon's instructions nervously, stepping past him and half expecting one of his massive hands to slap me across the ass.
Instead, he stepped in front of me and pulled out my chair for me to sit in. "Oh, thank you."
After all the images Meg had sent me and her drastic behavior change, I had assumed that Ramon would be an evil, sex-crazed womanizer. But so far, he had been nothing but kind and courteous. 'It could be all an act, though. Just a show to lure clueless girls into his bed.'
"Is something the matter?"
I blinked as Ramon suddenly asked me a question in a concerned voice, and I looked up to find him staring at me, "I-it's nothing, just thinking about something that's all."
To my shock, Ramon's cheeks gained a rosy hue and he scratched the back of his head bashfully, "Oh, I was hoping you had forgotten about that, but I guess there's not an easy sight to forget. I really am sorry about that. I should have locked the door when we closed."
For a moment, I was at a loss trying to figure out what he meant when I finally put two and two together, 'Does he feel guilty about me spying on them?'
"Megan told me you would be understanding, but I still feel awful about it, so please accept my apology." Ramon continued to ramble as he dipped his head.
'Does he really not know?' I chewed my lip for a second as my expectations were turned over on their heads, "O-of course, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It was really my fault for walking in uninvited. I just wanted to check in on my daughter."
Ramon smiled and nodded, believing my split-second excuse, "Thank you for being so understanding. Please trust me when I say that was certainly a spur-of-the-moment thing. But I couldn't help myself, your daughter is hard to resist. Though I doubt I need to tell you that, seeing as she gets it from you."
"G-get's it from me!?" I could help but let out a small laugh and turn away, "M-maybe me from a couple of years and fifty pounds ago."
Ramon blinked as if he was genuinely confused, "I think you look amazing, Lois, your husband and I are lucky that we get to date such amazing women."
"T-that's...a very nice thing of you to say," I replied with a faint hint of a blush spreading across my cheeks, 'When's the last time Peter...hell, anyone has paid me this kind of attention?'
"Well, it's the truth, it's probably why I cave in so easily when she wants to do anything." Ramon laughed nervously.
"Like the photos?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I couldn't help but tease the surprisingly innocent young man.
I expected Ramon to blush or laugh as I twisted his arm, but instead, he went deathly pale and momentarily turned into a statue. "S-she told you about the pictures?"
Now it was my turn to freeze as I suddenly got the impression that everything I had thought to be true was utterly wrong.
But before I could ask any follow-up questions, the click of heels against the tile floor broke my train of thought, and I looked up as Meg walked out of the kitchen. Though it had barely been three weeks since we had been in the same room together, she had gone through a miniature metamorphosis.
The most noticable change was her choice of clothing a short sundress that barely reached her mid thigh and rode up over the curve of her behind.
With that one glance, I realized what was going on: my daughter wasn't being influenced; she was the influencer.
As Meg met my gaze, a knowing smile spread across her face. "Ramon, can you give my mother and me a moment to talk in private?"
I watched as Ramon forced his distraught face to smile as he turned towards Meg, "Sure, I need to go check on the food anyway."
He glanced at me one last time before making a hasty retreat out of the room.
For a moment no one said anything before Megan breifly glanced back at the kitchen, "So what do you think? Is he just as evil as you thought he was?"
"No, he seems like a very nice young man," I muttered angrily as I crossed my arms, "What we need to talk about is your behavior and actions."
Meg cocked her head to the side, "Really my behavior? Just remind me real quick which one of us got caught spying on the other?"
I clenched my jaw as I blushed feeling equally embaressed and fustrated, "I was coming to tell you to stop sending me photos!"
"Then you should have known there was a good chance we would be getting busy," Meg replied with a grin, "Also no one made you stick around with your hands in your pants. Thank god Ramon didn't get a good look at you, otherwise I would have had a much harder time coming up with an excuse."
"He doesn't know anything does he?" I asked and Meg answered with a nod of her head and a sigh, "He thinks I'm sharing the pictures with my friends, which was sort of the truth with Patty, but then I thought why stop there."
"So you decide to send them too your mother?!" I hissed while shaking my head, "What the hell were you thinking!?"
Meg slammed her hands down on the table and leaned over to glare at me, "I wanted to show you that the moment I stopped letting you hold me down and control me like a puppet, I got everything you ever wanted. A handsome sucessful man, who loves me for who I am, and fucks me every night like there's no tomorrow."
I scoffed and crossed my arms, "You're still a child Meg, you have no idea what you're talking about. You've barely lived and yet your already trying to cozy up with the first guy who pays you any attention!"
"When that guy has a third leg and can barley keep his hands off me, I don't see why not." Meg snapped, "I'm not going to make the same mistakes you did, thinking I'm the hottest girl around and can have anyone I want with no consequences, just to end up pregnant by some fat slob who has nothing to offer."
"Don't talk about your father like that!"
"Why not? I know you feel the same way," Meg insisted with a knowing smirk, "Why else would you keep looking at the pictures I sent you?"
I fought to keep the blush off my face, "A-are you crazy I didn't look at any of them!"
"You know I can see when you look at a message I send, right?" Meg asked cockily as she crossed her arms.
"Y-you can!" I exclaimed as my heart dropped.
"No, but now I know you definitely looked at them!" Meg laughed as my entire face flushed red, "God, you're so gullible."
"Alright, that is enough!" I nearly shouted as I slammed my hands down on the table, "You clearly don't want to apologize and make up, so why did you invite me here?!"
Meg paused for a second before an evil grin spread across her face, "Because I want to help you, Mom. I've realized that even with all the horrible shit you've done to me, you're still my mother, and I want you to be happy."
I blinked, not expecting such a response, "Y-you want me to be happy?"
"Of course, and I know just how to do it," Meg answered with a grin, "You're going to sleep with Ramon."
"What?!"
"You heard me, and I've seen how you look at him," Meg continued as if it was the most normal thing to talk about, "And trust me, the sex is better than you could ever imagine."
"I'm not going to sleep with your boyfriend, Meg, and I would never cheat on your father! Now stop talking about this nonsense!" I hissed.
Meg's only response was a shrug, "Alright, I'll let it drop. But don't feel obligated to hold yourself back."
"I'm not holding myself back!" I insisted even as my body screamed at me to take the deal.
Meg grinned, "We'll see how long you can keep up the act, now lets eat I'm starving."