My pickup is perched on her stool, panting, mouth open, with my hand up her skirt. I’ve pushed her panties aside, and am fingering her G-spot.

Yet, I forget all about her when I see the girl in the doorway. Her blonde hair cascades, and she's smiling as if she’s just been shagged, and is eager for more. Her little black minidress reveals rather than covers.

I slide off my stool and walk casually toward her, taking her arm. “You’re coming with me,” I whisper.

She struggles uselessly, then snarls, “You’re such a fucking hypocrite, Mom!”