No

Laura shook her head and dismissed the idea. Her son wouldn't be checking his mother out. As she tried on another bra, she felt a little upset that she hadn't found anyone who wanted to spy on her. It was irrational, but at the same time, she wanted to be... well wanted. The white bra, a color she probably should have chosen first anyway, mostly worked.

Getting dressed again, Laura tried to purge any sexual thoughts from her mind as she focused on looking presentable for an interview. She wanted to show just enough to show she still looked good at thirty-six while remaining modest and professional.

Laura tried a smile in the mirror and hoped her makeup would hold through the day. She knew she looked rough. It'd been a hard few months on both of them. That thought brought her back around to Dan. She decided she was proud of him, a virile young man, for not peeping on his mother. He needed a girlfriend though. She knew he'd been sexually frustrated for some time, but... it wasn't like he didn't come by it honestly.

Laura just hoped he wouldn't make the same mistakes she did. She loved her son, but it'd been a wake-up call at seventeen to learn you were pregnant. She pushed that line of thinking right out of her head as she stalked toward the door in her short heels. Picking up her purse, she checked herself in the mirror by the front door one more time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything and that her bra wasn't showing through, before opening the door and stepping out into the world.