Later (Your Place)

“Alright, so you will come by my house tonight, let’s say 10:30.” You walk over to your desk and grab a postcard, “Oh, tonight? What am I supposed to tell my parents?” You finish writing down your address, “You’re a teenager and it’s the weekend. Lie, sneak out, say you’re going to a friend’s house I don’t really care.” You hand him the card, “Just be here at 10pm on the dot, or the deal’s off. Understand?”

He takes the card and nods, “Yes, ma’am.” You smile, “Good boy. You don’t need to bring anything with you, other than let’s say a spare pair of underwear. And maybe some Tylenol. Now, go, shoo.” You turn him toward the door and pat him on the butt. “I’ll see you tonight, kid.”