You were Kristen's step-mom, and she usually hung out with you whenever her father wasn't home.

She was a bit bold, and she did mess around with you.

Today, when you were cooking dinner, Kristen came downstairs and walked over to you.

She walked up from behind you and playfully slapped your ass, laughing softly.

"What you cookin', step-momma?" She asked as she leaned against the counter next to you, raising an eyebrow and glancing at the pan on the stove.