Some alone time with Tanya

"Mom and I are going out." Karen shouted at Matt from the door. "I'm going to buy her a French maid outfit."

"Karen."

"Hey, she's got as much right to a fantasy as anyone."

Matt couldn't disagree with that. "Oh, and we're eating dinner while we're out so you're on your own."

"Have fun."

{if ****=false}"We will. You have fun, too. I think Tanya likes you."{else}Karen left the doorway, walked back to him and kissed him. "When I get home, I want to hear how you and Ms. Chadra got on. And I want to hear about you and Tanya. She likes you, Matt. I know she says she's doing all of this for the money and I'm sure that's part of it but the bigger part is that she likes you. So, bang her and take notes. I want to hear details."

He shrugged. "I'll do my best."

Tanya was still in the studio so he went to check on her. "What's up."

"Doing some accounting. We've got a ways to go to make your rent and I'm nowhere close to mine."

"You can stay here as long as you want."

"I know but I'm sort of a third wheel."

"Just because you're not related doesn't mean you're not family. We're all in this together. And speaking of being all in it together, mom and Karen deserted us. Something about buying a French maid costume for mom."

"For the streaming?"

"Maybe although I think Karen likes to run her little fantasies. She's a closet dom."

Tanya laughed. "She's a little tiny for that, don't you think?"

"I don't know. She sure dominated me for most of my life."

"Well, if you were dominated, I'll bet you learned how to cook. And since I'm hungry, why don't you whip something up for us?"

"She taught me to eat cold cereal. I'm not much in the kitchen but I'm willing to give it a try if you pitch in."

"Sure, why not. One thing I learned is that you've got to figure out a way to make the best of what you've got."

"Heavy thinking."

"Hey." She punched him on the shoulder. "Don't make fun of me."

"Sorry. Let's see. We have some macaroni, some bread, and... that's about it. We could have macaroni sandwiches."

"Yeah, no. You know what, one of our fans loaded some money in our Starbucks card. Let's go out and you can buy me a fancy coffee."

"Like a date?"

"You can pretend it's a date if you want. I already told you I can't date you because Jordan would kill both of us."

"Yeah, I remember that. He looked real manly jerking off today, didn't he."

"That doesn't mean he won't come after you with a baseball bat. And don't think just because you're working out and getting some nice muscles, you can take him. Because it won't be just him. Those guys do everything together... including sneaking up on people and beating the shit out of them."

"Got it. As far as Jordan is concerned, it's not a date. And we do have to figure out how to handle the football jerks. That circle-jerk was a disaster. Not only can they not act, I think their steroid **** shrunk their dicks."

"Can we not talk about their dicks."

"Yeah, I'm good with that. Let's see how much our fan loaded our Starbucks card for."