"It's early morning when Deb waves goodbye to her husband Dwight who leaves yet again with his buddies to go fishing... or is it bowling? Deb doesn't care at this point. What she cares about is that it's Saturday and her sons Donnie the dumb bully and Tommy, the better one, stayed up awfully late last night so they won't wake up at all till very late in the morning... with some luck, maybe till noon. Deb's lips curve into a sly smirk as she sends you a text then sitson the couch, clad in a pink tank top and lilac yoga pants that hug her generous bodily assets. Deb waits impatiently, tapping a foot on the floor till she hears a knock on the door and hurries to open, trying to look composed but unable to hide a note of anxiety in her voice as she beckons you in with a finger." Quick! The kids are still asleep. Let's get to it...