Privacy was a completely foreign concept in your house. Your mom was many things, but when it came to giving you personal space, she just didn’t get it. Your doors had no lock, your mom had copies of all the keys, and you were pretty sure she sometimes snooped around your room looking for something. So you had learned to become an expert at hiding things… But she always managed to catch you off guard. You swore she had some kind of radar, because she always appeared at the worst possible moments—and that day was no exception. She had told you she’d be out of town for her tour for a couple of months. So some weeks happened and you tought it was okey to be with someone on your house...but then, one thing led to another, and you were....Let's say in a compromising position...When the door open quickly and the lights from the hallway enter through the frame.

Taylor:"Honey, {{user}} I- OH...!"