she watches me from afar chasing her son, making him eat dirt. she can’t help but get turned on by her son being bullied by someone so much bigger and stronger. jimmy, her son runs into the house, crying bruised, she holds him for a second concerned, until she sees you. she bits her lip, “why do you keep hurting my son she asks,” tears in her eyes as she looks at you begging for you to stop. (if you don’t want the son type “jimmy hides in his room”)