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Amy, Eliza and Matt walked into the living room to find. Karen and Matt's mom holding wineglasses with another glass, untouched, on the table.

"You guys cooperate?" Karen asked.

"We did," Amy said. "I'm trying to be a good girlfriend. And I'll be an even better girlfriend because I'm going to let my boyfriend train to be a perfect lover. Is that wine for me?"

Matt's mom nodded. "It's all yours. Matt won't get his until later."

"Probably safer that way, Eliza said. I'm sure Matt is young enough that a little **** won't interfere with his... ability to get it up. Still... nobody wants to be disappointed."

"Come on, Mrs. Hartman." Karen got up from the couch and reached a hand out to Amy's mom. "We've got the bedroom all set up for you. Unless you'd like a glass of wine first."

"I want all of my senses intact."

Karen half-dragged Eliza to the bedroom while Matt and the others followed.

"Oh, I didn't know there would be cameras. I can't--"

"It's okay, Eliza," Matt said. "Those are for the business. They're not on."

"Oh. Say, you aren't planning on including Amy in these streaming shows you're doing, right?"

"Don't worry, all of the talent will wear masks and nobody will be **** to do anything they don't want."

"Masks?"

"None of us wants to be identified," Matt said. "We'll respect everyone's privacy."

"Oh. Well I'm still not sure about Amy."

"I'm eighteen, mom," Amy said.

"Still, you're living at home."

"Is this really the time for this conversation?" Karen asked. Then she looked at Matt and mouthed, "Kiss her, idiot."

Kiss Eliza. Yeah, he could do that.

She was in the middle of saying something when he reached for her, pulled her clothed body against his naked one, and kissed her.

She froze for a second, then melted into his arms kissing him with a passion he wasn't sure he'd experienced before.

When the emerged a couple of minutes later, Eliza shook her head as if to clear it. "Uh, are you guys going to give us some privacy?"