Master Plan

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I am the parlour waiting on my mom and dad. I am hoping this works. I know my mom is frustrated for me because she know I am miserable. She is alway introducing me to her friends daughters but they never work out. There no connection, no spark just fun and I am so bore now. I want toe curling passion a passion that so hot it will cause us to burn together that what I want. I want years later I am still that burning passion for my person. I heard noise behind me so I turned around and greeted my parents. " Morning Mom and Dad". I said. " Morning son." They both replied with a smile. " How are you today my boy?" my mom asked. " I am good mom just a little tired I guess." I retorted. " I know son, I can see it in your face but I promise everything will be fine. We have faith that it will all work out somehow for the best." mom replied "Thanks mom." "So son you called for is to meet you here. Is there a problem?" my father asked. " No Dad there is no problem at all. I just want to run something by you and mom and get your take on it as well." I answered. " Okay then we are all hears." said dad. " Let's sit and have some breakfast first. So we have bacon, eggs , toast , coffee , tea and orange juice. We can talk after our stomach is full." I said. My mom laugh after I said that. Dad start yo put different things on his and mom's plate and I did the same. My parents means the world to me so I really do hope that this conversation goes well. My mom is the sweetest person I know. She is so small compared to my dad height, 5'5" to his 6' 8". She as these deep blue eyes and long b kn black hair to her waist and so little in body weigh. I dont my mom weighs pass a hundred and fifty pounds and my dad is a two hundred and fifty pounds man. I honestly don't know it work between them. Breakfast was delicious. I let the maid finish cleared the table and left the room before I started the conversation with my parents. This conversation cannot reach the ears of another because it has to be top secret. The fewer people the better for everyone involved and will be involved. And the last thing I want is this reaching the wrong ears and sold the story for few hundred dollars and five minutes of fame. "Mom, Dad, you know I have gone through so much by the hands of fake women. And honestly I am tired. Quite frankly I just dont to be labeled the player prince anymore." I said in one go. Mom or dad didn't say anything because they want to give the opportunity to speak what I wanted to say. They will share their opinions later after I am through. But now is time to drop the bombshell. I took and deep breath and said.................... " I want to go undercover."
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