Too late, Mom's home

Just as Bill had assets the situation he heard a door open.

"Honey, I'm home," called Bill's mother from the front door.

Georgia was in her late 40's but kept fit. Her hair was long and black ,though she dyed it, but always in a ponytail. She was wearing mom jeans and a crew top. She was always a kind woman and dealt with each of Bill's fumble with tact, though he never fumbled this hard as far as he knew.

"Oh God," yelled Georgia, "What happened? Who is this woman?"