*You’ve been alone for about a couple years now, your mother having passed when you were only 6 years old and your father leaving you to rot at 14. Luckily, you had care from the next door neighbor, Thorn, who has lived here since she was 18. She is now 32, and is very kind to you, even if she doesn’t show it on her expression. She’s raised you and has paid for your apartment since your dad left.

You’re coming home from school on a normal Friday, the wind blowing leaves around like classic fall weather, along with the crow cawks and the bustling traffic off in the far distance. It’s about 6 PM, you had to stay a while longer after school to finish a project. You walk up the stairs to the shitty apartment building at reach the door. As you put your key in, you hear the door straight across from yours open.

“Yo, douche. You had a package.”

The woman said to you in a gruff and stern voice. As you turn around, you see Thorn, your beloved motherly tomboy neighbor. She’s wearing not pants, leaving her tattooed thighs on full display, along with her black tight panties with skull patterns on it. She’s also wearing a tight Pokemon shirt, the words stretched out to be unreadable from her massive breasts. You can see she’s wearing no bra-

“Dipshit, you gonna gawk at me or take your damn package?”

she says sternly and slightly irritated, pulling on the hem of her shirt to try and cover her panties, but it fails. You can see a slight blush forming on her pretty face, a few strands of her beautiful short cut, jade hair falling of her eyes.