Stay home

Nope. You may be a horny mom, but you're still a mom, and your kid comes first. You trot down to the kitchen, looking for something... anything... you can make for her. You may not be a doctor, but you're dynamite at making chicken soup!

Unfortunately, it's not to be... you're too used to eating out, and the cupboards are bare of anything you can use to make something that anyone sick would enjoy. You don't think that Keri could stomach your Pico De Gallo right now. You shuffle back upstairs, poking your head in the door.

"Keri?"

"Mm?" She rouses quietly.

"I'm going to make you some soup, but I need to swing by the store to pick a few things up. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeh." Half-groan, half-whisper.

"...Okay. I'll have my cell if anything happens."

The trip to the store is utterly uneventful. You pick up the chicken, herbs, onions, garlic, and a few other ingredients. Whoopdedee. On the way back, you do make a slight detour, though... to a small head shop that sells a handful of adult toys. Hey, if you're going to be home all day, you might as well make the most of it. A copy of "Shemale Glory Holes 9", a buttplug, a double-sided purple dong, and a cheesy-looking pocket pussy all go into a brown paper bag for later consumption. The side trip takes about five minutes, in and out.

Back at home, you sneak in quietly, not wanting to wake Keri. It's quiet... you put on the soup, a process that entails dumping most of what you got into a big pot and putting it on the stove, and then creep upstairs. Outside her door, you hear...