Stepmother, stepson.

Beth arrived at the opulent house in Orange{if Appointment = 0
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}, and admired, as she always did, the beautiful architecture and landscaping. She knocked on the door and was let in to the sprawling home by a housemaid. Mrs. Leona Jepsen was in a bathrobe, looking out the glass doors onto the back patio, where two young men were taking turns diving into the blue water.

She was a beautiful blonde, which was no shock given that she had been a lingerie model until retiring at 30 when she married the wealthy film executive, Peter Jepsen. They were nine years apart in age, and Peter was often away from the city for work. From what Beth had been able to glean, she was fairly well-off in her own right, though Peter was certainly the wealthier. It was hard not to see her as what most assumed: that she was a trophy wife. For her part, Leona didn't seem to care.
"Hello, darling..." she was always cordial, if a touch condescending. As Beth approached, she recognized one of the young men in the pool: Danny Jepsen, Leona's 20-year old stepson. She guessed the other guy, a taller, black young man, was one of Danny's friends from college. He was a junior at Cal Northridge. This was the first time this summer that Danny had been at the house when she had come to give Leona a massage.
"Does right here work for you, dear?" Leona's voice cut through her pondering.
"Of course."