August Ames

"Seriously? You're Rex's son?" August asked.

She was incredulous. The businessman she had started dating recently hadn't mentioned he lived with an adult son. And this kid didn't look anything like the suave and sophisticated Rex. He looked like a slob and a loser. And god, what was that smell?

"I take after my mom," he said. "She's dead."

"Oh...oh, I'm sorry..." She said. She'd really put her foot in that one.

"It happened a long time ago," Todd shrugged. "Though the shrink my dad made me see thinks it might have messed with my ability to have healthy relationships with women."

"Oh, well, that's... unfortunate," August said, the conversation going from awkward to creepy in record time.

She should call out to his father. She should excuse herself and leave the room. Leave the house. Leave the city.

She stood there. He grinned at her. It wasn't that creepy, was it? No, it was not so bad.

"It's not so bad," he told her. "I find I enjoy unhealthy relationships with women more anyway."

"What kind of unhealthy relationships?" August asked as the world seemed to become less and less real around her and she wondered how she had arrived there and who she was.

Maybe the young man would tell her.