Alura Jenson. "So dad isn't coming back?", younger brother asks. "I don't know any more than I've already told you guys", she states. "He lost all of our money in a bad investment, and he's run off with his secretary", she says. "Something's fishy here. He's just run off with the money", Kyle asserts. "It's possible. I don't know what we can do", she says. "So sue him!", Kyle exclaims. "I'm tired", she says. "You really think dad didn't think of that?", younger brother asks Kyle. "He's paying my rent right now. What the hell am I gonna do?", Kyle wonders. "Well, I'd assume he won't continue to pay it", stepmom notes. "Fu*k!", Kyle exclaims. "Why don't you just move back here for a while?", younger brother suggests. Kyle groans in disgust. "Your father put the home in my name. I just don't know how long I can continue to pay for it", stepmom declares. "Well, we're gonna help you Mom", younger brother offers. "Fu*k!", Kyle screams, pacing across the room. Later, Kyle and his stepmom return to her living room, and she says dejectedly: "Well, I guess that's it". "Tell me about it", Kyle chimes in. She sits down on the arm of the couch and says: "Hey, we're all in this together". "Are we?", Kyle asks. "You know I had my whole life planned out. I gotta figure everything else out. Fu*k", he says. "He left me too, you know", she points out. "Your best years behind you", he says sarcastically. "How dare you!", she exclaims. "What -you're still hot. You can find someone to pay for your lifestyle", Kyle avers. "You know you're just like your father. You have to make everybody feel small so you can feel big", she says ruefully. "You know I hate him, but he did what he want -you have to admire him for that". Kyle says. "Don't you care about anyone but yourself?", she asks. He laughs, saying "No, I don't". "That makes me sad", stepmom replies. "You've lived long enough to know this is the way the world works", he asserts. "Maybe you're right, but it doesn't have to be like this", she says hopefully. "Come on -stop being so innocent. You know you love it. You love living in a big house, doing yoga in the morning, get your hair blown out in the afternoon. I bet you're fu*king the pool guy. You like someone who doesn't give a fu*k, don't you?", he says nastily. "You're hopeless", she replies, and turns her back to him. "You know, I see what my dad saw in you," he says, getting up and walking toward her. "Stop yourself", she demands. "What -how long you with him -a year and a half? It's not like we're blood", he states. "I'm your stepmother Kyle. Don't talk to me like that", she orders him. "Uh, I can see that you love it", he says, and turns her head toward him and kisses her on the lips. As he breaks off, she asks: "What are you doing?". "Testing your boundaries", Kyle replies. He walks around her as she sits near the edge of the couch. She covers her huge breasts by closing her cardigan sweater and declares: "Don't do that again". "Or else?", he asks. "It's not right", she replies. "What's right and wrong anymore", he states. "Your parents should teach you that when you're young", she asserts. "My parents told me money over everything, and if you want it, take it", he says cynically. "That's not right", she retorts. "Isn't it? That's just the way the world works", he says. "What about love?", stepmom asks. "Did you love my dad?", he wonders. "I did", she insists. "All right, I don't believe you", he responds. "I'm not sad about the money", she says. "What -he didn't treat you right", he says. "Neither do you", she counters. "Touché. You love me too?", he asks. "As a son...", she begins. He interrupts her, grunting in disdain. "If you opened your heart to love, it will change your life", she says. "I have been feeling empty inside", he says. "'cause you're closed off", she concludes. "How do I open up myself to love?", he asks. "You just let it happen", she counsels him. "Can you show me?", he asks. She smiles and turns away, saying: "You're teasing me". "No, no. This last week has given me a new perspective on life. I've been so focused on money -where's that got me?", he blurts out. "What can I do?", she asks. "How do I know you love me?", he wonders. "Of course I love you", she says. "But how do I know?", he asks. "You're just going to have to take my word for it", she tells him. "You know I'm a very concrete person -you gotta show me", he insists. She exhales deeply, and says: "Uh...stand up". "Oh", he says, getting up from the couch. She gets up in front of him and spreads her arms to give Kyle a hug. They hold each other close, swaying as if dancing. Stepmom rubs his back with both her hands. As he pulls away she briefly caresses his chest, and smiles, saying: "How about that!". "Um, I don't know. I mean, earlier when you kissed me...", he begins. "That should not have happened", she asserts. "Look I know it was wrong, but you know, I felt something inside -I think it might have been love", he says. "Maybe", she says. "Is love wrong?", he wonders. "Love is the greatest thing in the world", she declares. "Okay, if it's not wrong, how was that kiss wrong?", Kyle asks. "I guess it's just not done", she says. "Did you feel anything what happened?", he asks. "I mean i was surprised. It excited me", she admits. "Did you feel anything when you kissed dad?", he asks. "It was one of the only times I could get excited", she recalls. Kyle impulsively kisses her, and then whispers to her: "I want you to show me". "You really do want to change, don't you?", she says. Stepmom pushes him down on the couch roughly, and bends
