Miss-Their Mom Interupts

As you start to head upstairs Ashley's mom steps into the living room. "Jeremy?" She asks in confusion. "I thought you and Ashley went to the dance." Ashely's mom Dawn is in her early 40's with short blond hair and a pretty face for a woman of her age, her only real wrinkles a set of distinctive laugh lines that draw attention to her plump lips. An avid jogger she has a fit, thin frame that's currently hidden by a thick white bathrobe.

"We came back early. Ashley wasn't feeling well." You lie.

Dawn raises a single eyebrow, a sly smirk on her face. "You didn't do anything uncouth with my daughter did you?" She questions.

"Of course not!" You immediately lie.