My Mom's New Boyfriend

Chanel Preston tugs that skimpy red dress down her hips—one quick yank, done—nothing underneath but heat and trouble. Black strappy heels catch the light, thin straps wrapping her arches like they know the plan. She checks the time, then peeks out the window. Her daughter’s ponytail bounces down the block, off to meet her friends. Good. Door shuts, peace and quiet. Tonight’s game plan? Sink into the couch, kick those heels up, and let the guy she invited get acquainted with toes that have been crying out for attention all week. Foot worship, every inch adored—finally.