Last night, my mom was home with this guy. They hadn’t done ‘it’ yet, but I could just hear them making out, slobbering excuses for adults, tequila fogging their minds. Normally, I'm fine with my mom’s late-night hook-ups, they keep her alive, but this was different.
Naomi was in the other room.
Couldn’t my dear ol' mother be more discrete?
I was about to tell her so, when I heard a familiar grunt.
And then I saw her moron of a partner.
Holt.
Mandy’s dad.
