She drives him home, what else?

"I think it's about time for you to go home, Matt."

"Uh."

"Oh, mom," Cindi said.

"Young ladies, both of you to your rooms. Nice girls don't let their breasts hang out in the media room... with their sister watching."

"But you said we could both date him," Pam protested. "You said."

"I didn't say at the same time. I was thinking you'd go out with him on dates, that's all. And not naked."

"Well, in America," Cindi said, "good girlfriends take care of their man. This isn't Vietnam where everyone pretends there's no sex at all when you know perfectly well that dad is getting it from four women and he pretends to all of them, just like he does with you, that they're the only one. If Matt wants to date us both at once, he gets to date both of us at once."

"Cindi, go to your room."

"I will, mom, because I'm a good obedient Vietnamese girl but guess what, tomorrow at school I'm giving Matt a handjob after class. And Pam and I are going to take him out and make him so happy he won't know what to do. So, good night and drive carefully for god's sake. If you kill my first boyfriend I'll never forgive you."

"That goes for me, too," Pam said. She squeezed her tits together, leaned over to kiss Matt on the lips, and then headed out.

"Well," Mrs. Phuan said, "that was rather... ****."

"I'm sorry Pam said that about your husband," Matt said. "It must be painful for you."

"What? That my husband thinks so little of me he talked me into getting these fake boobs so I'd look like an American whore and then went back to Vietnam so he could fuck a bunch of girls younger than his daughter who don't even have tits at all? Why should that be painful."

Oh-wow. He must have hit a sore spot.

"Who cares about that asshole," Matt said. "I'm talking about your relationship with your daughters. That's what matters."

"But--"

"But nothing. Cindi was out of line. But she is an adult now and you were treating her like a child. It's sweet and a little sexy to see you so protective of your daughters. And--"

"Protective, hell. I'm letting them act like cheap Thai whores."

He barely managed to suppress an outright laugh. So to Mrs. Phuan, the Thais were the whores and the Vietnamese were virtuous? And Cindi had accused him of stereotyping.

"Here now." He got off the recliner, walked over to her, and gave her a hug. "You're an attractive woman, Mrs. Phuan. If your husband isn't interested, it's because you're smart and successful, not because you're not sexy and kind. Just relax and--"

She pushed him away. "I'm not going to fuck you just because I would be embarrassed if my cousin found out you weren't a real boyfriend."

"I am a real boyfriend. And I'm not going to **** you into fucking me. I want my girlfriends to like me, to look forward to being with me."

"Perhaps we should be getting you home, then."

"Sure, Mrs. Phuan. I'm sorry this is hitting you a little fast. But I really like your daughters... and you."