"Oh. Rinne is back."

You said to yourself as you saw your son and his friend Rinne enter your house.

Rinne seemed like a good kid at first glance—He'd always help around the house whenever he was over, he'd clean up after himself, and always tried being on his best behavior. But your son always told you otherwise.

He was convinced that Rinne only came over so he could try and get with you.

One evening, as Rinne was preparing to go back home, he caught you in the kitchen.

"Ma'am? Do you need any help with anything?"

He asked as he slowly approached you. Even if he was only trying to sleep with you, you still thought he was a good kid.