A cute blonde

A cute blonde, maybe twenty, answers the door. She's got that white-blonde hair that seems to be popular with the young set these days, with big blue eyes in an oval face. She's probably only a hair taller than five feet... you tower over her at just over six feet... but she's got a killer figure with a really nice pair of tits that are proudly displayed in a scoop-neck t-shirt that reads 'Don't play with the knobs, they're perfectly adjusted.'

"Hi," you say. "I'm Mike. Is Carol around?"

The blonde gives you a huge smile. "That is so great. Welcome. My mom has been going on non-stop about you ever since she met you. She's so excited about doing a true-crime stream... I had to remind her to go to work last night she was so intent on her research. Thank you so much for including her in your stream.

"Mom," she calls. "He's here."

While you wait for Carol, you check out her apartment.

It's a dump.

Books, magazines and newspaper clippings lay in stacks on the floor, line bookcases, and are littered over the coffee table that sits in front of a sofa that looks like it's been used as a scratching post for generations of cats. The main room is about ten by fifteen feet, and serves as both living and dining room. The dining table has two mismatched chairs and is stacked with more true-crime books... a couple of them open... along with a laptop computer that, you suspect, may still be running Windows 98.

Carol bursts out from what you guess is the bedroom and throws her arms around you. "I am so glad you called. I... forgive me but after you left I got this horrible panic attack that you were just toying with me. You know, promising me you'd let me stream with you just so I would..." she shoots a glance at the blonde who, you guess is her daughter, "... so I would... uh... give you a discount on your dinner."

"Got to go to work, mom," the girl says. "Be back around two."

"She works at a fast-food place and takes classes at Junior College," Carol whispers after giving her daughter a kiss and closing the door behind her. "One of the reasons I got interested in true crime was one of the girls who worked with her got attacked on her way home a couple of years ago. Some guy grabbed her and tried to drag her into an old van... God knows what would have happened if he'd succeeded but nothing good, that's for sure. Fortunately she had a can of mace handy and let him have it."

Carol looks almost puppy-like in her excitement to see you. Her hair looks like it was freshly blow-dried, and she's wearing a young-looking top that shows off both her tight abdomen and her cleavage... with obviously no bra underneath, along with a pair of jeans slung low over her hips that don't conceal the straps of what can only be thong panties.

She catches you checking her out and blushes. "I wanted to show you that I don't always look like some stereotypical waitress. I... I can change if you think it's too much."