and into the kitchen

Your new clothes feel rather natural, even if they're not exactly what you would've worn before. And though it's really your first time fully walking around, descending the stairs isn't too difficult. Whatever else was in your drink last night definitely may have helped fuck you up.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you hear Frank in the kitchen speaking to someone on the phone. Normally you'd just trek right in, but what he's saying has you stopped in your tracks.

"Yeah, another one. But this time, this slut is just buck ass naked, walking through Alison's old room. I know! I'm not fucking with you - she's rocking these fantastic tits and some killer curves. Fuck, it makes me feel young again. No, I haven't. No, not since Val left. Yeah, but that was Alison's friend - I knew her, knew that she had a thing for me already. This one, I dunno. I'm just gonna play it safe, give her a pair of shoes and some bus fare. Of course I'd love to have a young whore screaming on my cock again but I also don't want Val to hate me even more. We're only now on talking terms again. Alright Jim, sounds good. Fine, I'll talk to you later."

Was he talking about me? And did he really fuck his daughter's friend? You don't know how that makes you feel, but when he mentioned making her scream you know it made you just a bit horny.

Finally, you drum up the ability to step into the kitchen. Strutting into the kitchen, you spot Frank on the other side of the counter just sliding his phone back into his pocket. He notices you, and speaks before you do,