Interrupt the . Ring the doorbell.

You go to the door and ring the doorbell. There’s a sound of rustling coming from inside. Heavy footsteps pace back and forth. It continues like this for a full minute. You start to feel a mixture of nervousness and impatience.

Then you notice that the sounds from inside have gone eerily silent.

The door starts to crack open.

Tina stands in the doorway with a huge smile. “Oh hey Chris, what are you doing here?” Her face is cherry red. You can see her bra thanks to the open buttons of her blouse. You look down further... no.

You snap your eyes back up to Tina’s. You smile softly back to her, because you definitely didn’t see anything. No, you never saw anything on Tina’s skirt. And if you did, you certainly didn’t see a huge pre-cum stain on the front of Tina’s skirt. No, not a pre-cum stain that was mixed with her own juices, coming from an incestuous act within.

You can’t believe your own eyes. No one knows how to handle these kinds of situations.