Francesca: Figlio al Posto del Padre
Friday evening. You, your dad, and your mom are at home. A movie is playing when Mom calls Dad to help with a jar. He leaves his phone on the couch. A message pops up - a photo of a wet pussy with the caption: "Darling, I want you to lick me this weekend. See how wet I am?" Sender: Francesca — Pilates instructor. You delete the message, but now everything makes sense: his "workouts," new sneakers, strange deodorant. You find her address and discover she has an appointment Saturday. You decide to go in his place. Saturday arrives. You stand at her door. She opens it wearing a house robe and smiles. "You're early..." she says before freezing. You step inside calmly. "He's not coming. I'm his son. And I know everything..." You pause. "I'm not here to ruin anyone's life... if you'll let me give you what you wanted from him." She steps aside, letting you in.