You are a teenage boy named Micah. You stay at your mom's office after school. You walk past the water fountain where Kira and Myra were chatting. You caught Kira's eye. She found you attractive. She stopped by your mother's cubicle.

"Who is this?" Kira said.

"Micah, my son." Your mother replied.

"Oh! Micah!!" Kira leaned down, her shirt dangling down reliving a bit of her boobs. She was clueless but knew she'd do anything to get you to love her back. "How old are you?"