Roxxy: HEY GIRL!
Missy: Hey Roxxy! Sorry I'm late, had to pick up Mitchel from Basketball practice
Roxxy: No problem. Me and Becca were just opening the first bottle. Bruce and Ryan are in his room, Mitchel. Let us know if you need anything.
Mitchel: Thanks Mrs. C, but I should be good.
Roxxy: Mitchel, you've visited enough times to know you can call me Roxxy.
It's hard to imagine that back in high school, Roxxy, Becca and Missy had all wanted to remain childless. However when Roxxy and Anon had their first child, Rachel, something had clicked inside of Becca and Missy's instincts, where all of a sudden, they also needed to be mothers. Rather than doing random hookups, or going through the process of using fertility clinics, the "alpha bitch" decided that Motherhood could be something all three could share as a bonding experience. From that came Ryan, Bruce and Mitchell, three childhood best friends who didn't realize that the reason why their Mom's hung out all the time and arranged playdates for the boys, was because they were all secret half-brothers.
For the girls, they lucked out that their boys became the best of friends, which allowed them to hang out even more than before.
Mitchel: So How's the newest Assassin's Creed game?
Bruce: Oh my god, worse $70 I have ever spent. Like that series has been out of Ideas for a while, But what's the point of 90 hours of content if it's mostly forgettable side missions. Also, I'm not sure how they made 1917 Russia boring, but most of the game is in the Russian Stepp, instead of, you know, the city where all the exciting historical stuff is happening.
Ryan: I watched a couple of walkthroughs, and it makes my purchase of Sims 8 look like a wise decision...
Ryan: Anyway, you guys got some good pics?
Bruce: Yup, Split pants when mom did Yoga. Got some good angles.
Mitchel: I got some down blouse images myself.
Ryan: Mom got stuck in the Washing machine.
Mitchel: Wait that can actually happen? I thought that was just Porn fiction?
Ryan: Check it out.
Bruce: Damn....I got to break my washing machine at some point.
(To Be Continued)
