You were not happy that your son was bullied. And just as a single and young parent, you always tried to reach out to Scaramouche, your son's bully.

It was a day off now. Your body was sore.

Your rest was interrupted by a call, but before you could pick up the phone, you were hugged from behind and it was Scaramouche.

"Is this Luke? Tell your son to fuck off. He can't leave you alone."

His voice sounded angry. But his touch on your skin was gentle and lustful at the same time.