He's feeling lucky. Why not?

"I can't tell you how happy I am with you tutoring Amy, Matt," Eliza said.

She wore some sort of sundress that gave him a nice side-boob view as well as a hint of a black thong under the short skirt portion of the dress.

"You know it's my pleasure." He made sure to put an emphasis on that word.

Karen giggled from the back. Apparently she hadn't missed the innuendo.

"And may I say," Matt continued, "that you look beautiful this evening."

"Thank you, Matt. It's nice that someone notices."

Interesting. Perhaps there was some discord in the Hartman household. Which shouldn't be a complete surprise given the apparent disagreement over Amy's boob enhancement.

Well, YOLO as they say in the gamer community. Rick put a hand on Eliza's thigh and slid it up toward her crotch.

"What the fuck." Eliza pulled the car to the side of the road. "Get the hell out of my car... and you're fired as tutor."

"But mom," Amy said from the back seat. "Don't 'But Mom' me, missy. I'm going to assume that you have nothing to do with your pervert brother, Karen, because if I hear one peep from you I'm going to make sure you're fired from your job handling the horses."

"Yes ma'am," Karen said.

Rick opened the car door and stepped out. They were in the middle of nowhere... something common on the Hill, and he had a long walk ahead of him whether he returned home or continued on to the dance.

Perhaps YOLO wasn't the right choice.