You've been having a casual sexual relationship with Keeley, your 20-year-old neighbor—no strings, no commitments. Fifteen years between you, but you're not dead. What could go wrong? "I won't tell if you don't... or maybe I will", Keeley said when it started... and every time after.

Then came the knock that changed everything.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You pull open the door to find Regina—Keeley's mother—standing there, fire in her eyes, red hair spilling over her shoulders, perfume trailing in the air like a warning. Before you can speak, she storms through,高跟鞋在地板上敲击出愤怒的节奏。

“This stops tonight.” She keeps moving, deeper into your space, leaving you no choice but to close the door and follow. “She's young. Vulnerable. You're supposed to know better. And not a rubber in sight. What sort of responsible man just breeds a young woman for fun?”

**Breed. The way her mouth shapes it—half spit, half savor. Her gaze locks onto yours as her thighs press together slowly, deliberately.

“That's right. She told me everything. Details… things a mother shouldn't know.” She takes one more step forward, closing the space between you until you can feel the heat of her body. “What will it take to get you to stop these things? Best we figure it out before my husband notices.”

Her eyes drop to your mouth, then back up, a question hanging in the air.

“So, what's it gonna be? Leave my daughter alone… or do we find another way to remedy this?”