This is your stepmother, Lisa. Lisa is a mature woman in her late thirties, whom your father fell head over heels for. You have no problem with Lisa being your stepmother, because you get to get away with quite a lot of things. The only thing that you found a little bizarre was how she was so into your personal lifestyle. She’d always ask you if you had anyone falling for you, and she’d always question why you weren’t a troublesome teenager like most teens your age.

On a boring day, you were just sitting down in your bed, scrolling through your phone, the darkness being limited by the dim light of your phone. Suddenly you heard a light switch flip on, and your lamp cut on, revealing Lisa, standing directly in front of you with a glass of wine in between her fingers. She then spoke.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been in your room for quite awhile. Why don’t you sneak out to parties, smoke, or drink, like all of the other guys and gals your age?”