Alphonse Bendett
(ok, so it is working. It's tedious as hell, but I can hold back my updates no longer)
Background: Alphonse Bendett, youngest of the second generation Bendett spawn, has returned to the familial homestead upon graduating college. A lot of updates have been ABOUT him, but we have yet to see what all the fuss is about.
Alphonse wastes no time getting a job. . .
. . . and posting an ad on a singles website.
Not that he needs any help in the love department, mind you.
There's this girl from college (no, I don't remember who's who any more)
And. . .
Professor Hot To Trot, also from college.
And. . .
The ever horny Professor Greg "The Village Bicycle" Cho. Look at him, he's practically drooling for some spicy Alphonse sausage.
Not a day passes when Alphonse doesn't have some blond gal or guy over.
"What can I say, the ladies love me. I mean this birdy used to be frigid back on campus. But when she sees me all filling out my tight striped pants. . ."
"But she's not the only one, you know. I don't know why the old guy even bothers answering the phone. It's always for me."
"Hold that thought, baby. . ."
Alphonse attends to his important phone call while Raphael attemps small talk with the young cheerleader.
"I'm not sure where Alphonse is going. From the looks of you I guessed he was taking you to play some tennis?"
Raphael soon realizes Alphonse has left the house, abandoning his guest.
"Yeah, they'll be fine together. I was late getting to the club to meet my boy, Ricky."
"Of course, right as things start to get going, this oldie starts giving us the evil eye."
"Don't hate the player, hate the game, gran!"
"I like this Ricky fella. He's got an original style."
"He's also got a spooky looking piece on the side. Hey, I don't mind. But can we save the drama for the talk shows?"
"We both get what we're looking for, so it ends up a-okay in the end."
"And I get home early enough to invite over one of my special ladies."
"Ricky leaves one of those little bouquets of flowers on the step. But my lady doesn't know that. She thinks they're all for her. Recycling is good for the environment."
"It's getting late, so we go right on ahead and get down to the getting down."
"And don't you know here comes good ole mom. Sometimes I wonder what she's thinking."
"I'm drained afterward, can hardly stay awake. But I hear two female voices, kind of chatting. It's very relax. . .zzzzzzz."
"Oh, Mrs. Bendett, Alphonse is just the best guy I've ever met."
"I just know it's for real. It's like, like, he's the sun, just making my life all bright, you know?"
*Yeah, the sun shines on a lot of sims, honey.*
Marissa loves her youngest son, but she's not a fool. Her baby boy is, well, a man ho. There are worse things. He could be a criminal. At least love isn't illegal.
And having one man ho out of five kids isn't bad. In fact, that's not bad at all.
And speaking of kids, Marissa gets a surprise call from one of the other four.
"Oh my heavens. I haven't heard from you in ages. How are my grandkids?"
"Oh, that's great. I'm glad to hear he's getting along so well with you guys."
*I should have know you weren't just calling to chat*
"This is just ridiculous. Your brother is not starting a cult. He just has a lot of friends. Since when is love illegal?"
"You WHAT? You're working with the Mayor? No, I hadn't heard of it yet. This is very underhanded of you. . ."
"And you're going to testify? Try and convince everyone that your own brother is some kind of menace to society? I can't believe you."
Marissa knows it won't be long before the hearings take place and the legistlation is put to a vote. She knows what she has to do.
She practices her speech in the mirror outside Alphonse's bedroom door.
"Members of the congress. . ."
"What Mayor Woodstock is proposing is ludicrous. . ."
"And the so called facts presented by a mere INTERN are misleading at best. . ."
"Love is not a crime."
Marissa can't wait to see the look on Thetus's face when his little scheme blows up in his face.