"Jason?" the blond girl asked. "Who the hell is this?"

"Lisa," he blurted out. "It's not what you think!"

"It looks like you're screwing someone half your age."

"He's only eighteen," Emma said.

"Eighteen?" Lisa asked her. She looked at Jason. "Eighteen? Come on, Jason. Tell her how old you really are."

Emma stood up with the sheet around her. "Jason?"

"I'm twenty-nine," he said.

"Jason!" Lisa snapped.

"Thirty-one."

Emma felt disgusted. Jason was someone her mother could date if she wasn't married already. "I-I," she said, picking up her clothes. "I have to go."

She dressed as she made her way to the door and took off out of Jason's apartment with him screaming her name the entire time she ran.

When Emma got home she showered and scrubbed until she had peeled off skin. She wanted him off of her.