Olivia's mother

Frank opened to he door to find an attractive older blonde holding the thermos he had sent to the Deville's with their maid.

"Mr. Castillo? I'm Charlene Deville. I'm returning the thermos you sent over with Lucie," she smiled, holding it out. "I'd tell you how good it was, but I'm afraid my selfish daughter and her friends finished it all off before anyone else had a chance."

"Won't you come in? I have more, if you'd like to try a glass. I always keep a pitcher in the fridge."

"You're very kind," she smiled, following him into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. "Welcome to the neighbourhood. I understand you've hired my maid part time on her days off."

"Yes, Lucie has been great. I don't have a lot of need for her services, but she was wonderful yesterday. Here's the lemonade. It's an old family recipe. Or that's what I like to tell people anyway."

"Mmm...it is very good. Thank you." She took another long sip and looked thoughtful. "You don't have teen children? Or daughters? Mine is such a trial. If it's not one thing it's another. I grounded her yesterday and she still managed to get in trouble!"

"Oh?" Frank inquired, refilling Cherie's glass.

"It's so annoying. She was supposed to stay home all day, and do some chores. Well not only hadn't she done anything, she'd invited some of her friends over and they'd had themselves a little party. The boys had left by the time I got home but the three little sluts were all passed out naked, looking like they'd been in a gang bang!" She covered her mouth with one hand, looking shocked at her own words.

"Don't be embarrassed, I've heard the word before," Frank smiled sympathetically. "So what did you do?"

"I sent the two sluts home and made Olivia take a shower. She just reeked of sex. The three of them are just boy crazy! I've had Olivia on birth control for years, because she can't keep her legs closed. Rebecca and Adele are no better."

"Did they tell you who the boys were?"

"No. They wouldn't say! It could be anybody! I think they're the easiest girls in school. Oh God it's so embarrassing! This really is excellent lemonade by the way."

"Have some more," Frank smiled, refilling her glass. "So what are you going to do?"

"I just don't know," Charlene sighed. "I just wish Olivia would be more...more dignified...it's one thing to like men...like sex...it's another thing to give it away to anyone who asks. I like men...I'm a healthy woman, still attractive...at least I think so...what do you think Frank? I may be over forty, but is this the ass of a forty year old woman?"

"You look fine to me," Frank growled. "Very fine."

"Thank you! You're a sweetie to say so!" she took another swig of lemonade, then tugged her top down to show some cleavage.

"I'll admit I had a little work done, but I still have a great rack, especially for an old broad," she giggled. "What do you think?"

"I think you look great," Frank growled, eyeing her. "I also think you've got too many clothes on."