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I quickly hit the button on my cellphone to FaceTime Skylar. She answers right away. “Didn’t we just get off the phone? Miss me already?”

“Yes, terribly. I thought you’d want to know that I just pulled into Mom’s and there’s a strange car in the driveway. Do you think her date from last night is still here?”

“Oh my god. This is amazing. Keep me on the phone. Make sure you’re pointing the camera at them when you go inside. I want to see what goes down. Wait! Add Reagan to the call. She’ll want to see this too.” I quickly add her number to the call and it’s ringing.

“What the fuck? This is my one day off. Why are you calling me so fucking early? And why are you FaceTiming? Is it 2012?”

“I’m at Mom’s and I think her date’s car is still in the driveway. Skylar and I want to bust her on video. We’d thought you’d want in on the action.”

“I’m up! Can we record this too?” Skylar and I both laugh. “This could be epic.”

“Don’t talk. I’m going in quietly. I feel like a burglar.” I’m also trying to hold two coffees. I enter the code into the keypad on the front door. It’s completely quiet in the house. I place the coffees on the kitchen island and tiptoe towards the bedroom. The door is open. I whisper, “There are definitely two bodies in the bed.”

Skylar whispers, “Keep going, and turn the camera so we can see.”

I suppose that could be Aunt Cass in bed with Mom. She sleeps with Mom all the time, but that’s not her car.

I’m tiptoeing further into her bedroom. I get a little closer. Nope, that’s a big, manly body. Definitely not Aunt Cass. I turn the phone camera to my face and mouth “Oh. My. God.” I turn it back so they can see what I’m looking at.

Reagan whispers, “Get closer, so we can see them. I want to get a screenshot.”

I manage to get right next to the bed undetected. All those years of terrible ballet classes have finally paid off.

I smile at what I find. As if it’s Christmas morning, there’s Mom with some ridiculously hot, ripped, older guy completely blanketing her. They’re both naked. The sheets are pooled around their waists and they’re asleep with both of his hands wrapped around her boobs.

Reagan and Skylar can’t control themselves and bust out laughing. I see Mom’s eyes start to flutter open. She croaks out, “Harley, is that you?”

I smirk. “Yes, Mom. Reagan and Skylar are here too.” I show her the phone. “We all wanted to wish you a good morning. It certainly looks like you had a good night.”

Her eyes pop open and she looks down at her man hand covered boobs. “Oh shit. Jackson, wake up.” She throws a bit of an elbow at him.

The man that I assume is Jackson stirs, but doesn’t open his eyes. He just starts kissing her shoulders and back, while his hands become a bit more active on her boobs.

Reagan and Skylar laugh louder, which seems to wake him up.

He smiles as he looks at Mom, but then his eyes move to me and his smile fades. “Um, hello?”

I have a big, shit-eating grin on my face. “Hi. I’m Harley, Darian’s daughter. So nice to meet you.” I hold out my hand, fully smirking, while my sisters are belly laughing.

“Well, I’d shake your hand hello, but I feel like that would put your mother in a compromising position.” Reagan and Skylar are fully cackling now.

“He’s funny, Mom. I like him.” I turn my eyes back to Jackson. “Jackson, this was a house of four women. If you think I haven’t seen my mother’s boobs thousands of times, you would be mistaken. I understand the appeal though.” I wink at him.

“Oh my god! Harley, get out of my room! I’ll be out in a few minutes. Why are you even here?”

“I came for Dad’s letter.”

“Oh, okay. Just give us a few minutes.”

Reagan yells, “Don’t worry Mom, we got screenshots of this. We’re having them made into posters for our rooms. Maybe it will even be our Christmas card this year.” The three of us are in hysterics.

“Out!”

I exit the room and close the door behind me. The three of us continue laughing as we recount the events of the past five minutes.

Skylar calms down first. “That was fantastic. Send the pics in our group chat. Aunt Cass will want to see them too. We’ll show them to her tonight.”

Reagan chimes in, “Thank you for waking me. This was the best morning of my life. Call us back after you talk to her. I can’t wait for dinner. We’re going to torture her.” We sure are. We say our goodbyes while I wait for Mom’s walk of shame.

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