angel baby

He lives in his parents’ basement and his girlfriend visits him, there. Her name is Angel Baby, an appellation she bestowed upon herself (feeling she’d outgrown Margaret), but that which caused some redundancy when he might say, “Come to your baby, Angel Baby, baby,” which wasn’t often, but, still, in this case, frequent enough. Angel Baby would sneak in through the back window. It was a tighter fit, recently, what with Angel Baby starting to sprout a genuine set of breasts. His parents, Stu and Laurie, knew all about the assignations, but figured it was better for her to come there than the two of them suffer their consummations in the back seat of the family car on some deserted stretch of Almond Avenue. (Car sex was so uncomfortable.) So, he and she banged away in the basement of the blue-shingled house on Catamount Lane. But never during “Desperate Housewives.” And that was his decision.